My world was dying under the onslaught of demonic armies. The only way to save it was to close the Great Portal from the inside. And I did—though I knew I was condemning myself to death. But death didn’t happen. For a hundred years I fought in the world of demons until I gathered the blood of all their lords for the ritual of return. And I came back… to a world where a thousand years had passed.
Now people fight monsters from spatial rifts, created the Hunter Guilds, and assign ranks. They think they’re controlling the situation. But what this world takes for a new threat may turn out to be the continuation of the old war—the very one I thought I had ended a thousand years ago..