Welcome to Excretus

A revolution is rising. A war is brewing. Everyone's picking a side, sharpening their blades, and waiting for the first fool to spill blood. Me? I didn't come here for any of this. I just wanted to learn something about where I came from-maybe understand why I was sent away.
But the deeper I dug, the more I realized this war was never about pride, land, or justice. It wasn't even about the gods people swore their lives to. It was about control-who gets to decide history, who gets to shape the world, who gets to exist at all. And the ones pulling the strings? They've been at it for centuries.
I didn't pick a side. I didn't rally an army. I just cut the leash and let the truth tear through everything they built. And by the time they realized what happened, I was already gone.
Some homecoming this turned out to be.