It's freezing outside, and it's hard to believe that there haven't been any monsters in this cold, dark place. The only thing that's keeping him warm is the feeling that he's surrounded by "energy monsters" . He eats them, but they don't last very long, so he feels a bit colder. He's sure that the ice and fire will protect him, and he'll be there waiting for him when he wakes up. He hears a "clacking whoosh" and a "whoosh, whoosh, what's happening" , and then he realizes that the "boss of this place" isn't really there, but a bunch of "minor monsters." He can't get what he wants, though, because the power is "horrible," and he doesn't want to "spread what the heck." The ice is flammable, and the fire is small enough that it won't "get out of control," but it still gets him "shot." He feels numb, and his arm is still intact. He knows that if he leaves now, all his efforts will be wasted.