John after trying to reach Harry multiple times was unable to get through, As John calls Sam for help, and they take Sam's father's long-unused truck and head for Athens,they succeed in finding Henri's location. Henri was abducted by three men, there were publishers of They Walk Among Us.
After abducting Henri, Frank left the building with his aides, unaware that he was being spied on by John and Sam, who arrive and rescue Henri.
Frank returns and witness John attempting to free Henri, and pulls his gun out at John. As he tosses John a roll of duct tape to retie Henri, John uses his Telekinesis to float the tape in midair, startling Frank. John uses this opportunity to disarm him and knock him out.
Brett is left on his own when Frank left the building for a while. He hears the stairs creak, assuming Frank had returned, but looks down the stairs to see John, who has come looking for Henri.
Brett charges down the stairs with a bat in hand assuming he's 'one of them'. John tries to calm him down and asks where Henri is, but Brett refuses to tell, yelling at him to 'leave Earth alone'. He is overpowered by John, then pushed against the wall. John starts to choke him until he tells him where Henri is. John then ties Brett up.
As soon as Henri is freed, he uses an empty gun to interrogate Brett, who is then lifted up and tipped upside down in the air by John using his Telekinesis. He soon tells them about the Mogs visiting and threatening them about the publications.
There were conspiracy nuts, who ran the site.
John pull his arms behind them and tie the rope tightly around them, then tie him to one of the chairs. Then duct-tape his mouth shut so that they can't yell and he sweep down the stairs and rip the Steelers banner from the wall, revealing a black door that is locked. John unlock it as he did the other. A set of wooden stairs leads down to total darkness.
The basement was dimly lit, damp, and cold. Henri sat slumped against a support beam, wrists bound tightly with cable wire, bruised but alert. His eyes shot up as he heard the creak of the cellar door.
John and Sam emerged from the shadows, tense but focused. Sam whispering."There he is!"
John rushed forward, eyes wide with relief."Henri!"
John and Sam worked quickly, cutting through the bindings.
Henri gruffly said."You shouldn't have come...."
After the last restraint came off, Henri went and questioned the conspiracy guys and found the Mogadorians and found them, after they published the stories about them. They were warned to not publish them anymore, and the next thing made Henri and John's mind race.
"Who is that?" John quietly say.
Frank spoke up."Them."
John questioned. "What?"
Brett answered. "They said they'd be watching. That they knew someone might be coming."
A faint creak echoed above. Footsteps. Heavy. Measured.
Henri's head snapped upward.
They could hear noise coming from the basement and the Mogadorians talking to each other in an ugly, guttural language. Two of them move towards the basement while the third starts walking towards the stairs that lead to us.
Henri in firm, urgent whisper."They are here. Stay quiet."
John froze for half a second—but defiance sparked in his eyes."We're not hiding."
Henri spoke up."John—stop!"
But it was too late. John moved up the steps.
Just as he reached the door at top of the stairs—
BOOM!
The front door exploded inward in a flash of fire and splinters. The shockwave slammed into John, flinging him down the stairs like a ragdoll. He hit the floor hard, dazed and coughing.
Smoke and dust curled through the air.
A towering figure emerged from the haze.
A MOGADORIAN VATBORN.
Pale, armored, monstrous. His eyes glinted with cruelty as he descended the stairs, a red-glowing alien blaster humming in his hand.
John struggled to rise—but the Vatborn raised the blaster, charging it up with a high-pitched whine.
Henri roaring."JOHN—RUN!"
Henri lunged from the side, tackling the Mogadorian into the wall. Sparks flew as metal clashed. Henri's Loric blade, a curved edge on the front a small hand in the middle, a small blue ball that glows when activated by a Loric touch, and a small knife on the bottom of it. It shimmered with light as he drove it toward the creature's chest.
The Vatborn roared, wrestling back, brute strength pitted against desperate skill.
Henri straining yelled."GO—NOW!"
John's vision cleared just enough to see the two locked in a deadly struggle. His heart pounded—his instinct was to help, but Henri's voice rang through the chaos."Don't make this for nothing!"
John gritted his teeth, looked back one last time—
Then grabbed Sam and sprinted up the stairs into the burning night.
Henri grapples with a towering Mogadorian, the two locked in savage, close-quarters combat. Blows land hard. Limbs twist. Dirt kicks up beneath them.
They crash to the ground—Henri on top, straining to drive his Loric knife into the alien's throat. The Mog Vatborn snarls, clawed hands pushing the blade away, he was stronger than Henri.
Then—a flicker of red light.
The Mogadorian's hand darts to his belt.
FLASH—A small, red-glowing dagger glints in the moonlight. He jams it upward.
SHNK!
The blade sinks into Henri's side.
Henri grunting, breathless."Agh—!"
His body jerks. Blood blooms across his shirt. For a moment, he falters.
Then—His eyes ignite with fury.
With a guttural roar, Henri slams his palm down on the hilt of his Loric sword — driving it deep, full-force, into the Mogadorian's chest.
The creature jerks, stunned — a gasp frozen on his lips.
Then his entire form dissolves, body turning to ash and smoke, scattering into the night air.
Henri drops to his knees. His breath comes in shallow gasps. One hand clamps over the wound, blood oozing through his fingers. His other hand still grips the sword.
For a beat, everything is still — save for the wind stirring the dust where a monster just died.
John and Sam tore up the driveway, lungs burning, feet pounding against gravel. The front door was just ahead when—
A sharp electronic HUM.
A red laser dot cut through the dark, landing squarely on John's chest.
From the shadows, a Mogadorian stepped into view — blaster raised, eyes like cold steel.
"Sam, down!" John barked.
He didn't wait. With a fierce sweep of his arm, he lashed out telekinetically — the alien lifted off the ground and slammed into a tree with a crunch that echoed across the yard.
But before either of them could breathe—
Two more Mogadorians emerged from the darkness, weapons up, movements sharp and silent.
"We're not gonna make it—!" Sam shouted, backing up instinctively.
BOOM!
A shotgun blast shattered the night.
The lead Mogadorian staggered, chest blooming black ichor. A second blast sent the other tumbling.
Henri stumbled from the side of the house, shotgun smoking in his hands. His shirt clung darkly to his side — soaked in blood. But he held his ground, eyes blazing.
BOOM! BOOM!
He fired again, forcing the attackers back under a hail of buckshot.
"GET TO THE TRUCK — NOW!" he roared, voice raw, guttural.
John froze. His gaze locked on the wound in Henri's side, the way his knees nearly buckled with each step.
"GO!" Henri bellowed again, as the shadows closed in.
John didn't argue. He grabbed Sam's arm, heart hammering in his chest, and ran.
The distant rumble of engines.
Headlights bloom across the trees as TWO MOGADORIAN CONVOYS tear into view, skidding to a halt on the gravel road.
DOZENS OF MOGADORIANS pour out — armor-clad, red-glowing blasters charged and raised.
Henri stands alone — bloodied, swaying, but unbroken. He racks another shell into the shotgun, positioning himself between the threat and John.
A lone sentinel.
A man ready to die.
Then —
FZZZZZRAAK—!!
Bolts of BLUE PLASMA rip through the air from the treeline — Mogadorians stagger, some disintegrate instantly, others dive for cover.
Henri blinks, startled.
From the shadows step figures he never expected to see again.
HILDE. DANTE. CONRAD.
His fellow Cepans — alive.
And behind them, four teenage warriors. Two familiar faces. Two new.
Freya slams her hands to the earth — seismic force cracks the ground. A crater erupts beneath the convoy, swallowing metal, dirt, and shrieking Mogadorians whole.
SIX moves like fire incarnate — her palms blazing, she launches arcs of flame that engulf two soldiers. Their screams vanish into ash.
Griffin twirls his scepter — a sleek weapon with a long golden grip, its platinum twin-blades circling a glowing blue gem.
He points it.
KRAK—! Blue energy erupts, punching through cover, reducing Mogadorians to dust.
Then—
WHOOSH—
He vanishes, space collapsing with a ripple of distortion.
And just as suddenly — SNAP—! — he's behind a Mogadorian.
Thrusts the scepter through its back. The creature gasps, then crumbles into ash.
Blaster fire rains again — DANTE, HILDE, and CONRAD press forward, taking down the last stragglers with precision.
But—
Two more convoys crest the hill, engines growling, reinforcements arriving fast.
Henri's eyes widen—
And then—
A SHADOW IN THE SKY.
Hovering above the battlefield, arms raised, ALEXANDER floats like a god of war.
Alexanded in thunderous, yet calm tone."I'll handle them."
Clouds churn. Thunder cracks. Bolts of LIGHTNING cascade from the sky, raining down with surgical rage.The convoys explode into flames, metal twisting and soldiers scattering like sparks in a storm.
Henri stumbles, his wound worsening — blood pools under his hand.
John and Sam appear, rushing to him.
Henri grimacing muttered."They're allies."
John hesitates, breath caught — but nods, steadied by Henri's voice.
Sam scans the faces — then freezes. He was stunned muttered."Dad?"
Malcom steps from the shadows — alive, weary, arms open.
Sam bolts into him muttering."I thought you were—"
Malcom choked up."I missed you... too kiddo."
Sam breaks down in his father's arms.
John watches, wary, uncertain — until Alexander descends beside Henri, one hand glowing.
He presses his palm gently to Henri's wound.
A PULSE OF LIGHT.
The pain fades. Henri gasps, watching the wound close in real time. He looks at Alexander with a flicker of awe.
Moments later, Hilde, Dante, and Conrad gather around them.
Henri voice low, disbelieving."I thought you were dead."
Hilde smiling replies."We almost were."
she gestures to Alexander."But he found us. Brought us back."
Henri looks at the battlefield—at the returned, the survivors, the new generation.
His eyes brim with something close to hope.