Lightning arcs across the sky in a bright flash. Rain pours down and the wind blows hard enough that your companion has to yell to be heard.
“They’re still probably close” He yells over the storm as he fingers the hilt on his longsword. You see his eyes pass over a large blackened patch on the ground with a blackened corpse in the middle. A metallic glint tinted with green tells you that you’re staring at what was formerly one of your blade companions. The air reeks of ozone and burnt flesh. What was formerly this town’s barracks is now a shamble of collapsed blackened stones.