The monster lurched forward, dragging its trunk toward the hooded figure, sacrificing its scales and hard outer parts to block the warrior's rays. 

Strangely, the sight of Enrique's body lying inert on the bed went unnoticed by the monster, who now focused the entirety of its force against this most powerful foe. Once within striking distance, a big claw with jagged teeth and an eye in the center emerged from the monster's upper half, violently tearing open its own skin. A series of fluids shot out from the tip. 

The masked figure was close enough to clearly make out the eye and the pincer-like claws. With outfacing palms, and his forearms fixed in the shape of an 'X', he commanded a field of golden light to appear before him. A tremendous force exploded as this energy came into contact with the monster, propelling the warrior backward through the window, breaking it and obliterating the entire wall. 

The monster continued in its advance toward what had been the window, and – still hacking at what was left of the wall – it too fell through the gaping hole.

As the hooded figure fell through the void, he could see the monster above him, clinging to the splintered structure with its two remaining tentacles. Seeing this, the warrior pivoted in mid-air and pointed his hands downward. A tremendous explosion issued forth from his hands, breaking his fall; he then quickly launched a second, more powerful burst that sent him flying back toward the monster above. 

The creature struck out with its jagged claw, which the warrior dodged with a quick movement of his torso, but was not fast enough to prevent a piece of his cloak from being ripped away by the grazing blow. The hooded figure propelled himself once more with a guided explosion, leaping toward the outstretched claw and – before the monster realized what he intended to do – he shot a golden ray at the only gap in its armored skin, at the base of its giant claw. 

A jet of steam began to gush from the monster, who now bellowed in a frantic rage. An instant later, a golden explosion ripped it apart and brought it to its death. Enrique watched as his protector leaned exhausted against the wall, but before he could shake himself from the state of shock, he woke up.

He was lying on his bed but was out of breathe.

He bolted out of bed, noting that he was bathed in a cold sweat. He took deep breaths, in and out, trying to convince himself that it had only been another nightmare. But the comfort of this thought was short-lived, for as he looked to the ground, he caught a glimpse of the torn-off piece of the masked figure's cloak. 

The next morning, Ortega asked his landlady if she could retrieve his metal box for a moment; he had a new important item he wished to keep there. 

Later, he returned the box to her with the piece of cloth inside.