Alas, the naiji saw his last opportunity passing by. 

Seeing the destruction he had brought upon himself and others, he saw no other option than to reduce the damage as much as he could. 

Quickly scanning the room, his eyes met the elven girls. Both his arms and legs slowly crushed, one by one. It is with great strength and willingness the naiji gave up his salvation for the potential resuce of another, even if it took him everything. Shielding the soft body of the young woman, he sought to protect her. Fighting his hunger, the naiji might never return to the land of the living. 

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As the doors were closing shut, the low rumble of a human voice could be heard. "Friend, no foe." While the elevator descended, a bright and glowing object was findable near the door. The eye of the Naiji.
The doors now shut, there would be no normal way back for the group. But perhaps, hope for escape could be found down in the dungeon that is free for all.