NiGHTS hadn't had an easy time of it. He was quick, of course, and nimble, but he'd been thoroughly unprepared for the very walls of the city to shake and shiver - and then crack, and crumble. Luckily for him, he was an expert flyer. Gritting his teeth, he wove and spun in the air, working to get away from the debris and out to the sky. The real sky. Even for NiGHTS, it was no easy feat, but he managed it well enough, and looked below once he had cleared his obstacles.

A strange twinge began in his heart upon seeing the people below. Should he help them? But no - what was he thinking? He didn't care about these people.

He didn't care at all.