The Captured Follower

"You better cancel that thing" The sarkic stares at you with hatred.
You activate the strike.
Within a minute a distant whirring sound can be heard, by this time you have already been killed, still that doesn't stop the strike.
Many warheads fall upon the camp, obliterating anything in the area. The sarkic camp, and you in it is no more. Just a spot of scorched earth in the wilderness of the world.