Mount Olive has been destroyed.
Ever since I was a little boy, it was my dream to visit the mystical mountain to see what it was really like. I mean, a secluded place, Elven monks, and secrets? What more could a boy ask for?
But now, it's all gone. Before I could explore the place, it has become a condemned, desolate place.
At first, I couldn't believe my eyes. Stage one of grief as they called it: denial. But as we traversed through the blackened halls, crumbled pillars, and scorched floors, my mental state went through all the stages pretty quick.
