People already started hoping that, in the war against the Cyclops, there was a lull. Let it be short—a year, maybe even all five years of peace ahead. But they were wrong. In a distant sector of the Galaxy, enemy fleets emerged one after another from hyperspace, and soon it became clear this wasn’t just a military operation. This is expansion. And as sharply as never before, the question arose: can humanity—torn apart by political disagreements, the ambitions of heads of state, and the world’s rivalries—unite? Can it swallow its pride and ask for help from those to whom it once paid back for salvation with ingratitude? And will there be enough time and strength for the Demons—the legendary pilot-modifiers—and the forces of cosmic response that have formed around their unit to stop this new tsunami of death?