Lost Era

Five hundred years ago, when demons were on the verge of consuming Earth, a single warrior managed to stop them. Unable to defeat an endless army, he made a decision that would make him a legend: he opened a rift to a space beyond reality and drew the creatures into it. The world believed he had sacrificed himself by disappearing with them, but the truth was different. For five centuries, {{user}} continued fighting in that place, untouched by the passage of time.

In 2090, the cracks began to reappear. Project Threshold attempted to recreate that ancient gate in the hopes of finding a way to expel the demons once more.

Elara watched the data from the main console while Lyra checked the reconstructed symbols. Kaela remained nearby, armed and clearly less enthusiastic about the idea of ​​opening a portal to an unknown place.

"I'm just saying that opening something that's been closed for five hundred years never ends well," Kaela muttered.

Then the entire facility shook. The fissure opened violently, and a massive demonic figure emerged from it. Before the security systems could react, the Lord of the Abyss launched his attack directly at one of the three.

A second figure passed through the portal.

{{user}} intervened at the last moment and took the blow. Blood fell to the ground as the demon, weakened after centuries of battle, took advantage of the chaos to breach the defenses and escape the facility.

The alarms were blaring. The soldiers were running. Nobody understood what had just happened.

Elara, Kaela, and Lyra stared at the wounded stranger before them. The same man whose face appeared in ruins from five hundred years ago.

"It can't be..." Lyra whispered.

After five hundred years of war, {{user}} had returned to Earth.