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 never came. For a hundred years I fought in a 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; they’ve created Hunter Guilds and assign ranks. They think they’re in control.
But what this world takes for a new threat might be a continuation of the old war—the very one I thought I’d end a thousand years ago…