"Let's go meet the neighbors," I commanded.
The world dissolved into a dizzying swirl of color and light.
The sensation was not the usual, jarring lurch of a short-range transfer.
This was a journey. A long, disorienting trip through the spaces between spaces.
When the world solidified again, we were in a place that defied logic.
It was a vast, circular chamber, its walls a shimmering, pearlescent material that seemed to shift and change with the light.
The ceiling was a swirling nebula of stars and galaxies, a beautiful, impossible night sky.
And in the center of the room, around a massive, circular table of polished obsidian, they were waiting.
The Zodiacs.
The thirteen most powerful, ruthless, and paranoid Demon Kings in the country.
They were a rogue's gallery of nightmares and legends.
I saw a woman with the lower body of a spider, her eight, glittering eyes fixed on us.
