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 though I knew it would doom me to death.
But death never came. For a hundred years, I fought in a world of demons, until I gathered the blood of all their lords for a 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 Hunter Guilds, and assign ranks. They think they’re in control of the situation.
But what this world takes for a new threat may be the continuation of an old war—the very one I thought I had ended a thousand years ago...