"I think you pissed them off, Zion," Camazotz commented upon hearing both Zazriel and Kalaziel roar in anger. They even left their respective pyramids and flew to the Second Island in order to turn the hateful human boy into meat paste.
"All part of the plan," Thirteen replied as he looked at the purple gate, which was now spawning hundreds of Artemians, who were all looking at the boy with bloodshot eyes.
"I'm very tempted to leave you here just to see how they will torture you." Camazotz chuckled. "But, we can't have that now, can we? Especially since we've gone this far."
"Can you take on one of them?" Thirteen inquired.
"I'll face that guy Zazriel," Camazotz answered. "He's the strongest here."
"You're just in the Initial Stages of a Majin Prince, and you want to fight a Peak High Archon?" Thirteen stared at the Death Bat in disbelief. "You sure about that?"
"Do we have a choice?" Camazotz asked back.
"No."
"See?"
