They littered the floor with their broken bodies, crumbled and shattered.
"These golems are much bigger than the ones Cook let us fight in her garden. Wait...she had been sending them of recent, something about us powerful now." Rota toed with the head of a crumbled golem.
"Leave them be, we must be getting closer to the heart of the prison. Be careful and alert." Belialthorn said and fixed his fireball formation and another in his mind.
A few minutes in they began seeing the prison cells, which had been made of the small black-green stones of the mountain, complete with massive stone doors.
All the cells lay shattered, the doors crumbled and the inside was trashed. A lot of bodies here, monsters and men, and different species. Some were inside the cells and had been killed with massive stone doors as it was smashed in.