Overview:

Captain McKinley (Benjamin) reviews Oppa Rockstar’s (James) final footage before confronting the Nemean Lion. Meanwhile, Cerulean Arlentis (Topher) and his divine steed, Cielo, attempt to transport Pandora’s Box but are ambushed by Typhon’s specter. In a desperate act, the Griffin sacrifices itself, allowing Cerulean and Cielo to escape.

Cerulean makes his last stand against Typhon, entrusting the Star of Vis to McKinley before meeting his tragic end. His loss is deeply mourned by the team and his loved ones. Elsewhere, a nuclear reactor erupts near Uncle Ronald, creating further chaos.

Princess Ruana (Roanne) unlocks the power of the moon and finally reaches Echidna’s lair. In a fierce battle, she exacts vengeance against the Mother of Monsters, but victory comes at a heavy price.

Cerulean Arlentis (Topher), riding his companion Cielo, the white-winged pony, soared from the Griffin’s vault of treasures into the open sky.

“This is Pandora’s Box! The hope of mankind!” Cerulean Arlentis shouted, holding the small chest aloft with both hands.

Cielo neighed in joyous celebration.

Back at the Peregrine spaceship headquarters, in the command center:

On the big screen appeared a familiar face.

“Hello, Benjamin—or Captain McKinley, if you’re in your alter ego. This is Oppa, your older brother James, though I admit I’ve been the irresponsible one. I’m sorry for leaving the Peregrine. There’s no excuse for that; it amounts to desertion in wartime,” James, now ‘Rockstar,’ confessed.

Captain McKinley, seated in the commander’s chair, watched intently.

“I needed a boy named Anton, who builds sandcastles by the shore, to show me how selfish I was for abandoning the team—my friends. I was fortunate to stay with a kind couple, Aling Sita and Mang Noel. Aling Sita shared many stories, and Mang Noel, though quiet, proved to be a wise man,” Rockstar continued.

ROBO3000, the tall humanoid robot, stood beside Captain McKinley.

“I left their lovely home at sunrise, without a proper goodbye, and that was rude of me. After running for so long, I realized I needed to make things right. That’s why I searched for Love Fey—Allison—in Sta. Jovita, where Medusa appeared. From there, I ended up solving the Sphinx’s riddle during the fourth wave, avoiding becoming her eternal slave,” Rockstar recounted.

“I made it to Venice, Italy, where Cerulean Arlentis and I had traveled before our trip to the Underworld, where we battled Cerberus. I roamed around the Mediterranean using the pocket portal I had, as there was no signal in Venice. It was a crazy trial-and-error search across an entire region.”

“I’m now in Athens, Greece. After visiting many capitals, Lady Luck finally seems to be on my side. I detected a weak signal here, and I’ve deduced that these weak signals are only receivable up close. This one could be the fifth wave, just like the previous signals that led to waves of Greek monsters.”

“So, it seems my speculation was correct—that the fifth wave would also have a weak signal,” ROBO3000 commented.

Rockstar resumed, “I plan to face the fifth wave alone. Even if I couldn’t find Allison, I might be able to rescue Topher this time. I was lucky enough to beat the Sphinx at her own game, but I might not be so lucky this time, especially against the Nemean Lion. If that’s the case, I want to carry out Michael’s wish to slay the beast.”

“It’s a shame I won’t make it to the Harpies’ location to help Spartan—Michael, our little brother. But I have no regrets if I fall in battle, as it would be a way to atone for my mistakes: losing Allison, Topher, and Michael, deserting the team, and failing my search and rescue. At least, I’d have taken down one more monster, easing the burden for you and Roanne.”

“If I don’t return after the fifth wave, remember this, Benjamin: I’ve unfairly made you shoulder responsibilities meant for me, as the panganay. But I love you, brother. You’ll always be in my heart, no matter what. Goodbye, Captain; I must go now.” Rockstar ended his farewell.

Captain McKinley, still seated in the commander’s chair, watched solemnly as Rockstar’s face lingered on the big screen.

“James hasn’t returned to our headquarters, nor has he sent any word about finding Michael near the Harpies’ signal,” Captain McKinley said with a somber tone.

“I am truly sorry, Captain,” ROBO3000 expressed.

Captain McKinley remained seated, his eyes fixed on Rockstar’s frozen image on the big screen.

Back in Echidna’s lair, deep within the cave, the tomb of Typhon emitted eerie, ghastly smoke. A ghostly form began to rise from the tomb, its spectral figure drifting toward the cave’s exit and into the outside world.

“Oracle, it is near. Typhon, the Father of All Monsters, shall soon awaken from his long slumber!” Echidna exclaimed, her voice rasping as she flicked her tongue like a serpent.

The Oracle of Delphi, appearing as her older self, listened somberly. Thorny, dark vines with venomous tendrils pinned her helplessly to the cavernous wall.

The cave was dim and overgrown with sprawling vines; the ground was carpeted with moss, damp with puddles of water that dripped from above.

High in the sky, Cerulean Arlentis (Topher) rode on Cielo, his white-winged pony. The sky was bright and clear but soon darkened as ominous clouds gathered. Suddenly, a large, swirling mass of gray smoke formed in their path, and the disembodied, ghostly form emerged from within.

“I am Typhon, the Father of All Monsters!” the spirit announced. “I demand the Star of Vis, Seventh Acolyte and Keeper. Surrender it, and I shall spare you and your divine mount.”

“No! You seek the Star for evil purposes!” Cerulean Arlentis countered firmly.

“Then prepare for my wrath!” Typhon’s spirit roared, summoning streams of smoke from the clouds to attack Cerulean and Cielo.

Under Cerulean’s command, Cielo skillfully dodged the smoky whips with agile maneuvers.

“Begone, evil spirit!” a booming voice interrupted, as the Griffin arrived at the site of the aerial battle.

“The Father of All Monsters does not yield to mere guardians!” Typhon’s spirit declared defiantly.

“Paladin and Crusader, leave at once. I will handle this,” the Griffin commanded Cerulean.

“But what about you? You’ll be in danger if I leave you here!” Cerulean objected, concern evident in his voice.

“Fear not, my child. I am more than a guardian; I possess the power to ward off evil,” the Griffin assured him. “Your priority is to deliver Pandora’s Box to your fellow Acolytes for the sake of mankind.”

“I understand,” Cerulean replied. “But take care of yourself. Stay alive.”

“Go now, while there is still time!” the Griffin urged.

Cerulean and Cielo prepared to depart.

“You will not escape until I possess the Star of Vis!” Typhon’s spirit bellowed, summoning spectral forces to block their retreat.

The Griffin breathed golden holy fire, clashing with Typhon’s spectral smoke. Cielo, with Cerulean riding, spun like a turbo, rapidly launching into the distance, leaving behind a warm, white trail in their wake.

The Griffin stood tall, facing Typhon’s spirit with unwavering resolve.

“This is a death sentence you’ve placed upon yourself, Guardian. Prepare to face the consequences!” Typhon’s spirit thundered.

“Power isn’t everything, Typhon. You never seemed to grasp that,” the Griffin retorted.

“Power is power!” Typhon’s spirit roared, unleashing a wave of spectral energy at the Griffin.

In response, the Griffin spread its wings wide, summoning six spheres of golden, holy fire. These spheres radiated streams of golden flames that neutralized Typhon’s spectral onslaught.

“Arghhhh!!!” Typhon’s spirit shrieked in rage.

The spirit’s eyes burned crimson as its form, once a swirling gray mist, turned into an impenetrable blackness. From this dark void, Typhon unleashed a torrent of darkness that surged toward the Griffin from all directions. The Griffin’s golden aura flared brightly, its yellow flames attempting to repel the encroaching darkness. But the darkness proved too strong, overwhelming the Griffin’s holy fire. The Griffin closed its eyes, accepting its fate as the darkness enveloped it.

Meanwhile, Cerulean and Cielo managed to land safely a short distance away.

“It’s okay, Buddy. No need to be afraid, I’m here,” Cerulean reassured Cielo, gently stroking the white-winged pony.

Cerulean’s mind drifted to the past. He remembered making a wish to the Star of Vis, which conjured seven celestial panels beyond the Solar System. Through these massive screens, Cerulean had glimpsed the future of the Seven Acolytes three years before their awakening. A winged Pegasus pony had emerged from his wish, flying through the stars and across space. It eventually descended to Earth, transforming into a tan-and-black German Shepherd puppy.

This puppy had led the rescuers and the Kennedy family to Benjamin and Topher, who were trapped in a pit. Thanks to the pup, both boys had been saved.

“You were born right after I made my wish to the Star of Vis,” Cerulean realized aloud, speaking to Cielo. “But you’re not Pegasus, even though you look so much like him. You’re an angelic beast, a white-winged horse… or rather, a pony. You’re my guardian.”

Cerulean continued, “You, Cielo, and Hunter are one and the same. You’ve been with me from the very start, even three years ago. You guided my family and the rescuers to find Benjamin and me in that pit. That’s why we were saved. You’ve stayed with me all these years.”

Cerulean’s voice softened. “You waited for my awakening all this time, didn’t you, Cielo? You were there during the tenement fire, never leaving my side. You chose to come with me on this journey—to Atlantis, to the Griffin, and now, as we’re pursued by Typhon’s spirit.”

Suddenly, gray smoke began to swirl at the peak of the cliff, spectral forces materializing ominously.

“Typhon’s spirit has caught up to us,” Cerulean whispered to Cielo. “Buddy, Hunter, Cielo—whatever your name is, whoever you truly are—know that I am forever grateful for your love and loyalty. Keep Pandora’s Box safe and deliver it to Captain McKinley (Benjamin). It’s our only hope against Typhon and his monsters. For all mankind.”

Cerulean’s eyes shimmered with a faint smile. With one hand glowing warmly, he lifted Cielo using his holy powers. His other hand ignited with a bright, white light as he opened a portal back to the Peregrine spaceship, their headquarters. He sent his guardian through the portal, ensuring its safety before it sealed shut. But not before Cerulean flashed a final, bittersweet grin at his beloved companion.

“Are you ready to die, Holy Knight? I killed the Guardian of Treasures,” Typhon’s spirit taunted.

“The Griffin didn’t die in vain. The hope of mankind lives on,” Cerulean declared with unwavering conviction.

“We shall see how you fare, Crusader,” Typhon’s spirit sneered.

Typhon’s spirit unleashed his spectral powers—a surge of gray smoke and swirling clouds—aimed directly at Cerulean. The paladin’s holy sword glowed with a warm white light as he met the spectral forces head-on, each strike reverberating with divine energy. Cerulean’s heraldic shield projected a construct of light, deflecting the dark specters.

A second wave of spectral energy rushed forward. Cerulean responded with twin blasts of ivory light, one from each hand. The holy rays clashed with the dense smoke and dark clouds, holding them at bay.

I have an amazing team, Cerulean thought. Spartan, Michael, is a brave warrior who fights valiantly. Love Fey, Allison, is the mage of love and beauty. Bee Girl, Sophie, flies at high speeds. Oppa Rockstar, James, is the ultimate team player—literally surfing on music. Princess Ruana, Roanne, is a dedicated support. Captain McKinley, Benjamin, is a master of strategy. I’m lucky to be among the Seven Acolytes, honored to have fought alongside them.

I was born to wonderful parents, Cerulean reminisced. I swam with Mom and Dad, performed cello in the opera house while they watched proudly. Mom shared stories of her homeland’s cuisine, and Dad and I stargazed on the balcony. Mom even told me about her first love but assured me that her heart belonged to Dad.

Carlisle, my family’s loyal butler, always found me when I wandered off. And Dad—you believed in me, shaping me into who I am: brave, just, wise, and adventurous. Mom, your love and care kept our family strong. I am the luckiest child to have you both.

Typhon’s spirit unleashed a third wave, attacking from all directions. Cerulean ascended, summoning a white-golden sphere of light above him. Bolts of divine lightning shot from the sphere, striking at the surging smoke and clouds.

But the divine barrier could not hold for long. The spectral forces broke through, swirling around Cerulean and lifting him off the ground.

“Surrender the Star of Vis, and I will spare you. You can return safely to your loved ones,” Typhon’s spirit offered coldly. “This is my final offer.”

Cerulean smiled faintly. “Your offer is tempting, Lord Typhon. I would do anything to be with my friends and family again. But I know you would use the Star to resurrect yourself, raise an army of monsters, and destroy innocent lives. You seek to conquer, to rule over all, but at the cost of countless lives.”

Cerulean drew forth the Star of Vis—an astrolabe with a marquise-cut gem glowing blue-white—floating above his hand. “The Star of Vis answers only to me. You can’t take it by force. If you kill me, it will be yours. But I know you kill only for your ultimate cause, to ensure the survival of your own kind. Yet it is not just for another race to suffer so yours can thrive.”

With solemn resolve, Cerulean spoke to the Star: “From this moment on, I am no longer your master. Seek a new guardian, one who will protect you from evil. Go to our leader—Captain McKinley, the Sixth Acolyte. He bears the Cyan Luminary, the Acolyte of Cosmos and Space.”

The Star of Vis soared upward, vanishing into the summit of the cloudy sky.

“I admire your courage, Guardian. It’s a shame you won’t be part of my army,” Typhon’s spirit mused, as he summoned an ominous sphere of green light in his hand.

Cerulean’s face glowed in the deadly green hue. He braced himself, accepting his fate as Typhon struck him square in the chest. A burst of pain erupted as Cerulean’s body glowed with a warm white light, and the giant Ivory Luminary was expelled from him, ascending to the sky.

The Ivory Luminary, a white-golden cluster of crystals in a lotus formation, began to crack, shattering into thousands of shards that scattered across the sky.

Cerulean fell to the ground, his eyes lifeless. His silver-and-gold armor faded, and his white cape billowed weakly. Typhon’s spirit dissipated into swirling gray smoke, retreating into the dark clouds above.

In the ashen, cloudy sky of the present day, a meteor shower emerged in daylight, with thousands of warm white, ivory, and white-gold shooting stars radiating silver linings across the heavens. At the mall, the Sevillas—Aunt Thalia, Uncle Eric, maid Morissette, and android Allison—watched the celestial display from what would have otherwise been a typical shopping day.

The Pangilinans—Uncle Greg, Aunt Martha, cousin Mary, and the trio of James, Benjamin, and Michael—stood in the park, gazing upwards. Sophie, no longer in disguise, pondered as a civilian: Cerulean Arlentis. Meanwhile, Grandpa Al, Grandma Emily, Aunt Ellie, and Uncle Ansel were filled with awe at the sight from the grandparents’ home. The Mallari family—Carlota, Carding, Kate, Roel and his wife, Christine, Sarah, and the two boys—witnessed the breathtaking phenomenon from the shores of Laiya.

A radiant blue-white celestial body hurtled toward the Peregrine spaceship, the team’s headquarters. The magical astrolabe, holding a marquise-shaped meteorite shard encased within its rotating metal rings, phased effortlessly through the gleaming glass walls. Captain McKinley (Benjamin) turned, realizing that only the Star of Vis had returned—without its Keeper. The Star floated toward him, and instinctively, the space ranger reached out, allowing the Star to hover above his palm.