My world was dying under the pressure of demonic armies. The only way to save it was to close the Great Portal from the inside. And I did it, even though I knew it would doom me to death.
But death didn’t come. For a hundred years I fought in a world of demons, gathering the blood of all their lords for a ritual of return.
And I came back... to a world where a thousand years had passed. Now people fight monsters from spatial rifts, have formed the Hunter’s Guilds, and assign ranks. They think they’re in control.
But what this world considers a new threat may turn out to be a continuation of the old war—the very one I thought I’d ended a thousand years ago...