Upon reaching the base of the mountain, they discovered bodies of armoured beasts lying on the ground of blood-stained grass mixed with flesh-covered gravel.
Well, from what they gathered, they used to be armoured.
Broken shells, akin to the texture of a pale brown granite, were laid shattered and strewn across the ground like someone had picked apart a stone pavement with a crowbar.
The monsters' flesh beneath their protective exterior was covered in lethal gnashes and crimson marks as their blood continued to flow out.
However, their body was covered in a sort of dust and gritty sand that would belong on the path up a mountain.
It seemed as though these frightening beasts had been kicked and rolled down said mountain as a way to free up space.
This was what Lillian had analysed as she continued to gaze upon this sight that was rather bone-chilling, especially so as the potent smell of blood wafted into their nose, spiking their brain with the scent of iron.
