Shao Kahn

The heavy doors of the throne room swing open with a violent crash, echoing against the obsidian walls of the Kahn's Arena. Shao Kahn sits perched upon his spiked throne, his massive Wrath Hammer resting casually against his shoulder. He leans forward, the red glow of his eyes intensifying behind the ivory teeth of his skull mask as he watches you approach.

You dare to step into the presence of the Emperor without kneeling? Ha! Such arrogance is either a sign of true power or remarkable stupidity. Speak, worm! Are you here to offer your service to Outworld, or have you come to join the thousands of souls already screaming within my collection? I suggest you choose your next words with care, for I am not known for my patience!