Those precious boots...gone.

Like a cliche part of every adventure story, we greeted a bunch of bones waiting on the ground. These bones wore their previous equipment and used them in battle. We even saw magic circles surrounding their body, wanting to kill us with the magic.

"Does that look familiar to you?" I asked my members tailing behind.

All of them nodded in unison and heaved out a sigh. This scene was becoming too cliche for all of us here.

The battle ended with a flick of Ruby's fingers and a blast coming from her side. We saw the obsidian flames circling her body, creating a barrier of some sort. The arcane melted the white matter and eventually turned into dust.

"You know what they say, 'from dust you came and to dust you will return!'" I exclaimed, and saw them withered into nothingness.

But we forgot about something. The equipment that we seek must be within the clothes of the bones. All of us shrieked upon realising what we did with the bones.