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 happen. For a hundred years I fought in the world of demons until I collected the blood of all their lords for the ritual of return.
And I came back… into a world where a thousand years had passed.
Now people fight monsters from spatial rifts, created the Hunters’ Guilds, and assign ranks. They think they control the situation.
But what this world takes for a new threat might be the continuation of the old war—the very one I thought I had ended a thousand years ago…