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Trenta Eterna, Goa (2026)

30/09/2026

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.”

That’s the point. That’s always been the point.

There was once a point where the sun's rays never managed to pe*****te through my monochromatic world. Etched beyond my retinas was something beyond my control; it was a shattered reality I forced myself to endure daily. Succumbing to my thoughts was a flood I could neither mitigate nor halt; it engulfed me and my own will to live. And to everything beyond that? Those were only meant to cling to my ribcage until they could no longer protect the beating heart that wished to stay. For a long time, I believed that living meant accepting the grayscale perspective around me. Deliberate effort was not in my dictionary during those times, after all, but what could I do? Nobody was available to co-author my tale as they guided me through my grief. My attempts to paint the four corners of my crumbling world always failed; no matter how hard I tried, I would only be met with the night’s dead, onyx gaze. Realizations never occurred to me — it never truly tried to even oscillate through the fog that obscured my mind. I already knew the fate I had written for myself, because perhaps the longest death I would ever experience was trying to stay alive.

Or… so I thought.

Beneath the heavy currents, a steady pulse remained; a stubborn spark simply refused to be extinguished by the tide. Every fracture in the constellations was not a reminder of what went wrong in my life, but a blessed seam where hues of hope could slowly bleed back into the canvas. Though the gray did not disappear overnight, it was, indeed, the beautiful introduction that I needed for a new chapter in my narrative. The accusations of being my own enemy never became my ending, but the deep water I had to swim to navigate towards the shore that faced the dawn — a dawn where futurity had always awaited me. Standing on the edge, the weight of the tides that once pushed me finally yielded into solid ground; from being coerced by my own rumination into believing the shadows were permanent, I began to realize that my thoughts were merely the weather passing through, not the sky that held the verdict of tomorrow. The sharp edges of yesterday slowly ceased to exist, becoming the very foundation that helped me get back up. Warmth crept over my shoulders where cold expanse once thrived, casting a new horizon that was no longer bounded to my dappled existence.

The future was no longer an intimidating canvas I had to kill, but an open field where I could grow once again.

It became a space where I could exist without needing justification because my presence was one of the gifts that this world had apparently anticipated.

I hope we all learn to live through and beyond our drag path, as every tomorrow awaits our perpetual purpose in this ponderous world.

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. ❤️‍🩹

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✍🏻: J.Y. Ramirez, 💫
🖼️: K. Beltran

21/09/2026

🎶 “𝑯𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒎?” — 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂 ‘𝟕𝟎 by Zild. 🎶

This is not a beautiful recount that should be romanticized by the masses, nor is it a simple fragment one could just ignore when walking down the memory lane. The history of how Marcos Sr.’s Martial Law began is not a monument that should be revisited without any intent to change for the better; it is an open wound that continues to burn through the crevasse of history. It aches when truth is actively rewritten, and when the tongues of those who lived through it feed the flames that continue to linger nearby.

As we commemorate the 54th anniversary of the declaration of the Martial Law, we do not merely recall names and dates found on tattered textbooks — we carry the voices of those who were silenced, and the blood of those who never saw the futurity of today’s emerging dawn. The courage of those who resisted still burns through the veins of our beings, and every enduring lesson still echoes through the darkest chapters of our tainted history.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔, 𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒔, 𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘.

𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

True patriotism burgeons from the assurance that “𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕!” remains more than a mere quote — it is an unbroken promise we actively revere, uphold, and defend with all our hearts. This undeniable pledge flows through the succeeding generations, forged not in quiet acceptance of our ancestors’ confinement, but in the unwavering demand of liberty and integrity.

Standing up for historical accuracy must not be a polite suggestion; it must be an innate act of defense wherein we refuse to let the bloody sacrifices of the past be erased by ongoing issues and future intent. To honor the promise means to honor ourselves as people of this rich nation, and to pursue for a life where democracy is not stipulated, but freely provided to all.

Maulit man ang nangyari noong Dekada ‘70, ngunit patuloy tayong 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈 at 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒚 upang tiyakin na ang kalayaan at katotohanan ay 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒊 𝒔𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏. ✊🏻

✍🏻: G.C. Calanog
🖼️: H.L. Ramirez

28/07/2026

𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞: 𝕬𝖓 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

When the ultimate whistle faded and silence restituted to the court’s purview, the fragrance of every flower etched onto each petal began to burgeon.

It 𝒔𝒐𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅.
It 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅.
And it made its 𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒔.

These lingered in eupeptic presentiment for these are the ones whose excellence predominated, and whose glory shall be crooned ayont court. They stir the spirits of those who are recognized by valor and magnanimity — marking the very juncture where laurels have found their rightful place. Beneath banners raised high and crests that coruscate true, these champions stepped forward, carrying a hueful quintessence as nonpareil and cogent as their respective namesakes.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦

Not every radiance is promulgated beyond the supremest ovations. Rather, some of the most inimitable resplendence belongs to the most unnoticed intricacies of the game — where resoluteness eclipses spectacle, where consistency outshines caprice, and where resolve is not gained from laud, but from sportsmanship.

Long concealed has its prowess lived, for the flair held adored by many has remained loyal to the distinction that does not crave for a deafening cadence of plaudit. Such constitute the souls whose diligence became the kingpin of every ascent, whose aura fortified bond, and whose composure transformed adversity into opportunity.

What was once a cloistered gem is now enshrined in the face of victory. They celebrate, not because they are merely the epitome of an ornament for achievement, but because they are the very testament that true eminence always fancies perseverance and an unbeatable spirit.

The court may relinquish their gem’s luster, yet the imprint of their burning devotion remains etched by the silent certitude that guided them from day one. Their hearts bore and tamed the blaze that should have engulfed them long ago. Beyond the anthem of glory, their conflagration is what made them the most valuable piece in the mosaic of arete.

And when this admirable ember finally manifests its concealed, smoldering wings, it rises alongside its own unquenchable flame — now soaring as a harbinger of legacy avowed as the 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐞

To conquer the court’s daze is not merely to overcome an adversary — it means to thrive over the haze of hesitation, doubt, and disquietude. The tyranny of expectation and the deafening clamor that yearns to ordain one’s worth in the game counts to nothing but those who contend it with a heart that refuses to be ruthlessly bested.

They viewed every rally as something to reckon with. Every momentum demanded not only physical requisition, but also the ardor to sustain it. They do not surrender to the nature of silence as they have learned to alchemize the potential of their stride for victory. What the court witnesses is not only their trips and failures, but their initiatives to shatter the daze that obscured their vision.

The arena that once impugned their questionable status became a stage imbued with pure legacy. As the court and bleachers alike bow to the certainty of their spirit, that was also the very moment where champions were not born; it was the instance they were brought to light.

To the ones who honed the paradigm of true ascendancy—
𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒐 & 𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒐, the 𝑴𝑽𝑷𝒔.

To the ones who were guided by the aether and its luminaries—
𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝑲. 𝑫𝒚, 𝑨𝒃𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆, & 𝑨.𝑩. 𝑶𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒂.

To the ones who averred the beacon of celestial apogee—
𝑹𝒐𝒂, 𝑺. 𝑫𝒚, 𝑶𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂, & 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐.

To the ones who kindled the incandescent ignis with potency—
𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐, 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, & 𝑫𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏.

To the ones who transcended the blossoming atrium of uncertainty—
𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒂, 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓, 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒈, & 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐.

The sky above remains stilly as the wind incants those who soared relentlessly. And even if the emblems of odyssey bid goodbye to the entirety of those who fought, its vestige remains sung by the sections the court has corralled. In honor of all, the arena also acknowledges every psyche that chose to fight — not for themselves, but for the ode beyond the court.

For legacies are never entombed within the verdict of the final whistle, nor are they surrendered to the passage of time. Every reverberation in the court is cherished and endured. Aspiration fueled those who stood upon its hallowed floor, pursuing excellence with such unwavering conviction. Though the chapters of this ode will be quelled by the coming ages, may it exceed the measure of triumph that lives beyond the court itself.

No legacy is truly called a “legacy,” not unless it is left to breathe eternally.

As memories converge, may the court forever uphold the anthem of everlasting prophecy—
𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚.

04/07/2026

𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖞: 𝕬𝖓 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

The court has long fallen silent. Its liveliest days now belong to yore. Yet, its echoes still stir the spirits it once awakened. For there was once a day when the court transformed into a battlefield, where the mightiest monsters gathered—each eager to prove their mettle in pursuit of victory.

Astravaea, scintillating with the brilliance of the brightest Astras—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂.

Celestial Zenith, the living manifestation of Arceus’ cosmic dominion—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈-𝑰𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈.

Galarian Moltres, which burns not, but thrives within the fiercest flames—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍.

Zylant Gardien, whose countless cells unite as one vigilant guardian—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂.

Thus, the four stood before the court, beneath their banners proudly raised. Their colors unfurled against the wind, proclaiming the arrival of champions whose legacies were about to be forged. In that fleeting moment, before voices thundered and feet found their rhythm, time itself seemed to pause in reverence. All who gathered knew they stood at the threshold of something greater than victory. They stood before a contest worthy of song—an ode destined to outlive the final whistle.

Then reverence yielded to revelry. The bellows of the beasts reverberated through the arena. The court, once held in solemn anticipation, erupted into a symphony of battle cries, synchronized steps, and relentless rallies. Every voice chanted with conviction, for they spoke not merely to be heard, but to be remembered. Every move sought to captivate those who watched, for they performed not merely to be seen, but to be felt. Every attack bore the section’s unwavering resolve, for victory belonged not to the strongest alone, but to those who endured.

Yet what unfolded upon the court was but the final chapter of a much longer tale. Hidden behind every performance and every match were unseen sacrifices, discipline, and perseverance that no applause could ever measure. Countless hours of training, restless practice, and quiet determination had paved the way for this very moment. Every section gave this contest their all, with but one aspiration—to raise their banners higher than the rest.

When the echoes of battle yielded once more to silence, the laurels sought their rightful bearers. The cheers subsided. The banners stood motionless beneath the quiet sky. The fragrance of every flower lingered in hopeful anticipation. For though every champion fought with undaunted valor, glory crowned those whose excellence prevailed. Let their triumph be sung beyond the court, for their victories have become verses in this ode.

To the ones whose voices pierced the heavens, echoing long after the battle had ceased—
𝑰𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈-𝑰𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈

To the ones before whom every cadence bowed in perfect accord—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍.
To the ones who transformed every motion into living artistry—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍.

To the ones whose every attack declared the certainty of triumph—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂.
To the ones who kindled victory from the very fires of adversity—
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍.

With the battles now confined to memory, the banners no longer stood as symbols of rivalry but as emblems of a pilgrimage shared. Dahlia, Ilang-Ilang, Rosal, and Sampaguita remained not as opponents divided by the court, but as one batch united by the history they forged together—a history that shall be told long after this very ode has reached its end. Though the laurels chose only a few, the legacy belonged to all.

The banners were furled and laid to rest.
The monsters returned to legend’s crest.

The astras reclaimed their brilliance from Astravaea;
whilst Celestial Zenith dissipated into the boundless cosmos.

The flames beckoned Galarian Moltres back to its blaze;
whilst Zylant Gardien unraveled into countless vigilant cells.

Yet even as they depart,
their valor still they impart.

What time may claim, it cannot keep;
their glory lies too far, too deep.

For what they left shall not be bound,
nor fade where silence once was found.

It lives beyond the court.
𝑨 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚—𝒂𝒏 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚.

10/06/2026

| Galarian Moltres Rips Astravaea, 2-1; Crowned as the Champion.

Displaying blistering serves and flawless receives, Galarian Moltres ripped Astravaea, 2-1, and reigned as the Champion during the Women’s Winners’ Bracket held at Pisay-BRC Gymnasium on May 4, 2026.

Both opponents ignited the opening set with an impressive display of teamwork and aggressive play, establishing an early advantage through a series of well-executed service aces. Led by Sofiya Abcede, she registered low-driven service aces that poke holes along the opponents court. Alongside her, Miranda Tayo led the charge by exploiting gaps in Moltres’ formation and maintaining pressure throughout the set.

Even though Yumi Baclagan and Zoe Domasian of Moltres unloaded several scorching service aces and gave it their all, Astravaea remained in control. Their relentless pressure forced numerous errors and disrupted Moltres’ rhythm, making it difficult for them to sustain offensive momentum. As a result, Astravaea secured the opening set and claimed an early 1-0 advantage.

Rapid exchanges of returns spurred the second set as both teams executed tricky placings that exposed every leak in their defense. However, Galarian Moltres stood tall as Bycalene Eofie De Leon, Christine Joyce Astillero, and Renee Prena rained down several service aces while delivering elite defensive performances. Their relentless pressure gradually shifted the tide in their favor.

Although Avryelle Ortua unleashed several powerful spikes for Astravaea, Moltres remained unshaken. Sustaining pressure while controlling the tempo of the match, they capitalized on key opportunities and obtained the second set with a hard-fought finish, leveling the match at 1-1.

The third set opened on an exciting note as Moltres immediately challenged Astravaea’s defensive coverage. Spearheading Moltres’ offensive surge was Astillero who once again bombarded skimming path service aces that left Astravaea shaken. Abcede and De Leon tested one another with neat and precise receptions, sending the ball back-and-forth through the court.

Reflecting on her performance, Astillero also said, “I stayed calm during my services by remembering na kilala ko naman yung mga tao sa court, so I had no reason to feel bad if nagkamali ako. And also I knew that if nahihiya ka then mas malaki yung chance where di papasok yung serves mo.“

However, Moltres still managed to outshine Astravaea as they continued dictating the pace in the crucial moments and claimed the thrilling third set and secured the match, 2-1.
“Smart lineup, tiwala sa isa't isa, at matibay na komunikasyon, tas ineenjoy lang namin yung game”, De Leon mentioned after the game.

10/06/2026

| Zylant Gardiens inilampaso ang Celestial Zenith, 2-0

Inangkin ng Zylant Gardiens ang isang matamis na tagumpay sa Men's Volleyball Tournament matapos nilang ilampaso ang Celestial Zenith, 2-0, (25-19, 25-17), sa Winners’ Bracket Match na ginanap sa Himnasyo ng Pisay-Bikol noong Mayo 4, 2026.

Unang hinarap ng Zylant Gardiens ang Galarian Moltres sa unang laro ng Men's Volleyball Tournament kung saan nagpakita sila ng isang matinding comeback, 14-25, 25-19, 10-2. Sa kabilang banda naman, matagumpay na nasungkit ng Celestial Zenith ang kanilang puwesto matapos ang isang dikit na laban kontra sa Astravaea, 25-27, 26-24, 15-13.

“I felt the thrill of losing and gaining points,” wika ni Armel Abichuela ng Zylant Gardiens tungkol sa simula ng unang set.

Sa tuwing ipinapamalas nina Rain Roa at Nathaniel Zenarosa ng Celestial Zenith ang kanilang lumalagablab na ispike at service aces, agaran itong rinesbak ni Chance Caminar ng Zylant Gardiens. Ipinagpatuloy ng magkabilang panig ang kanilang dikitang bakbakan, hanggang sa umabot sa 17-15 na iskor, pabor sa Celestial Zenith.

Matapos ang isa pang nagbabagang atake ni Roa, pinaulan nina Caminar at Basty Ibasco ang kanilang, at ito'y nagpadala ng isang mapanirang 6-0 run para sa Zylant Gardiens.

Bilang huling pagsubok upang isalba ang laro, nagpatawag ng timeout ang samahan ng Celestial Zenith. Matapos ang mga sunod-sunod na service errors mula sa panig ng Celestial Zenith, tuluyan ng inangkin ng Zylant Gardiens ang unang set, 25-19.

Binuksan ni Shaun Dy ang ikalawang set ng kaniyang pasabog na service aces na agad nagpadala ng tatlong puntos na kalamangan para sa koponan. Agad naman sumagot dito ang katunggali at sinalubong sila ng nakakapangilabot na 9-0 run. Naging sentro ng naturang 9-0 run ay ang mapaminsalang anim na service aces na inilabas ni Abichuela. Tuluyan lang ang matinding atake ng Zylant Gardiens hanggang sa umabot ang iskor sa 15-7.

Matapos nito ay isinalubong ng mga errors at nabigong pagtatangka sa pagbalik ng bola ang Zylant Gardiens, at sinamantala ito ng Celestial Zenith upang unting ipalapit ang agwat nila.

Sa pamamagitan ng malakidlat na service ace ni Zanti Antero at matibay na block ni Neil Briones, tuluyang napaliit ang agwat hanggang sa dumikit ang bentahe sa 4-puntos-kalamangan, 18-14.

Subalit, ipinamalas ulit ni Abichuela ang kaniyang service aces. Dahil dito ay linatag ng Celestial Zenith ang kanilang sementadong depensa na nakapagbalik sa kanila ng tatlong puntos, subalit naging huli ang lahat. Matapos ang pangwakas na service ace ni Alexus Pan, tuluyan nang sinelyuhan ang buong labanan sa iskor na 25-17.

Bilang huling pagsubok upang isalba ang laro, nagpatawag ng timeout ang samahan ng Celestial Zenith, ngunit halos wala nang silbi ito. Matapos ang mga sunod-sunod na service errors mula sa panig ng Celestial Zenith, tuluyan ng inangkin ng Zylant Gardiens ang unang set, 25-19.

Hindi nagpatinag ang Celestial Zenith sa kanilang pagkakatalo. Binuksan ni Shaun Dy ang ikalawang set ng kaniyang pasabog na service aces na agad nagpadala ng tatlong puntos na kalamangan para sa koponan. Ang maagang abante ng Celestial Zenith ay hindi tumagal at biglaan silang sinalubong ng Zylant Gardiens ng nakakapangilabot na 9-0 run. Naging sentro ng naturang 9-0 run ay ang mapaminsalang anim na service aces na inilabas ni Abichuela. Tuluyan lang ang matitinding atake ng Zylant Gardiens hanggang sa umabot ang iskor sa 15-7.

Isang timeout ang ipinatawag ng Celestial Zenith upang isaayos ang kanilang sistema. Matapos nito ay isinalubong ng mga errors at nabigong pagtatangka sa pagbalik ng bola ang Zylant Gardiens, at sinamantala ito ng Celestial Zenith upang unting ipalapit ang agwat nila.

Sa pamamagitan ng malakidlat na service ace ni Zanti Antero at ang matibay na block ni Neil Briones, tuluyang nilang napaliit ang agwat hanggang sa dumating sa punto na apat na puntos na lamang ang pamamagitan ng kanilang iskor.

Hindi hinayaan ng Zylant Gardiens na basta lang makabawi ang kalaban at ipinamalas ulit ni Abichuela ang kaniyang magkasunod na service aces. Dahil dito ay linatag ng Celestial Zenith ang kanilang sementadong depensa na nakapagbalik sa kanila ng tatlong puntos, subalit naging huli ang lahat. Matapos ang pangwakas na service ace ni Alexus Pan, tuluyan nang sinelyuhan ang buong labanan sa iskor na 25-17.

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