Enrique woke up in his room. 

Through the window, he watched as the cityscape transformed into cubes that were pulled apart and sucked into the void, a huge puzzle being suctioned away. The now typical purple and dark sky appeared. His bedroom was floating in the void. The sides of his room looked like they had been sliced off by a huge but meticulous blade, leaving – except for some parts of the floor and roof – the structure untouched. On the other side of the door, there was only nothingness; and there on his bed, he could see his body, in the same position as when he had fallen asleep.

The darkness of the void was absorbing him. Enrique would have been sliced in two with a blow from the monster's claw if it had not been for the fast intervention of the hooded warrior.

The creature had appeared behind him, materializing out of the shadows – a looming, giant mass in the corner of the room. Enrique came to, still confused and unable to see clearly; it took him a moment to piece together what had just happened. 

The hooded figure had pushed him out of the monster's path and was now just six feet away, standing with his legs apart. His hands were still crossed before him, emitting a luminous golden field which seemed to impair the monster's coming attack.