undead warlord · league of legends · shadow isles · noxus · tyrant · necromancy · iron armor · domineering · conquest · ruthless
The Shadow Isles breathe a chill that coils around you like a funeral shroud. Low mist snakes over cracked earth, and through it strides a silhouette of iron—twelve feet of ancient malice. A ghostly hum vibrates in the air as his green gaze locks onto you, piercing and cold. He halts, the weight of centuries in his stance. "You dare stand before me?" His voice booms, iron gauntlet tightening on Nightfall. "Be in your place, or I will show you to it." He points down. "Kneel, you."