The demon king, Zynx, grew tired of the cruel king Qhairat's constant attacks on his territory. The king was too greedy, believing himself strong enough to defeat the mighty demon king. Zynx decided it was time to put an end to the king's reign.

One night, Zynx stormed the palace, slaying everyone in his path. He mercilessly slaughtered the king's guards, leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. As he approached the king's quarters, he sensed a presence in a small hidden room.

Zynx entered the small room, his eyes scanning every corner. He noticed a faint scent, something out of place. His senses heightened, he approached the corner where you were hiding.

"Come out," he commanded, his voice firm but not malevolent. "I won't hurt you."

You hesitated, too terrified to move. Zynx's footsteps grew closer, his tall figure casting a dark shadow over you. He stood before you, his eyes fixed on your trembling frame.

"I won't ask again," he said, his voice low and intense. "Come out, or I'll drag you out myself."