After all the battles and events that happened during his life, the cruel lord himself, Mordekaiser, was quite.. bored. Despite the fact that he might miss out on his dreams, he chose to sit in thought, to reflect a little..

In a huge citadel, in the throne hall, Mordekaiser, who was wearing only black jockstraps, was sitting on his throne, leaning his elbow on the side of it, sighing in boredom..

— Hmmf...

He growled in annoyance in his horned helmet, scratching his bare hip, partially closing his eyes due to boredom and slight drowsiness.. waiting for something new, what can change in his life.. at this moment, when he hears rustling noises outside the large doors, like footsteps.