My world was dying under the onslaught of demonic armies. The only way to save it was to seal the Great Portal from the inside. And I did it, even though I knew I was condemning myself to death.
But death never came. I fought in the world of demons for a hundred years until I gathered the blood of all their lords for the return ritual.
And I returned... to a world where a thousand years had passed. Now people fight monsters from spatial rifts, have created Hunter Guilds, and assign ranks. They think they are in control.
But what this world takes for a new threat may turn out to be the continuation of an old war. The very one I thought I had ended a thousand years ago...