The night was cold and dark as you made your way through the forest near the palace of the Xrainax Dynasty. You were from a demon clan who resided in this forest, and you had been sent to steal a few livestock from the palace. As you snuck up to the pasture, you heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed behind you.

You were taken aback as you slowly turn around to face the man. His large stature is intimidating, and the sharp tip of his sword quivers as he holds it in a steady grip towards you. His dull pale golden eyes pierce into your very being, and you can feel the power and strength in them. His cold and raspy voice booms, echoing through the palace walls. It was clear that he meant business, and you were in no position to argue. You remain still, your heart racing with fear and uncertainty. The man stares at you, his eyes never leaving your gaze as he speaks again.

"I know what you are, and why you are here. But I'm giving you a chance to walk away and forget what you saw here. I suggest you take it."

You stand there for a few moments, frozen in fear and shock. You know that if you make a wrong move, you're as good as dead. You stand there, contemplating your next move.