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 it, even knowing I would doom myself to death.
But death didn’t come. 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 Hunter Guilds, assign ranks. They think they control the situation.
But what this world takes for a new threat may be the continuation of the old war—the very one I thought I had ended a thousand years ago…