Gate to the inside. Tumas K.

Once upon a time, our world has become a field of battle for incomprehensible creatures. People called them the gods. Giant, above any mountains, they fought with swords and magic. Some gods, destroyers, wanted to destroy our world, but others defended it. The losers created the gates and fled to the wrong side of the world, where they themselves were the very place. To them and the creatures that the poisonous blood of the gods gave rise to, shed on the earth.

I am not a miserable werewolf, as might think. Not at all. My power is akin to the divine. People like me can open the doors to the wrong side to throw the breeds of destroyers there. Only I differ from everyone else. Because in me is power. Only thanks to her I, once falling on the wrong side, was able to survive there and return. Now I am in a detachment of hunters for monsters and for no reason I will not allow anyone to repeat my feat.