Nova City shimmered beneath a tapestry of stars. Its neon-lit skyscrapers scraped the clouds, dwarfed only by the majestic floating cities that dotted the horizon. In the heart of this metropolis stood Prism Corps HQ, a gleaming obsidian tower that pulsed with an inner light. Here, amidst the hum of advanced technology, a revolution was about to unfold.Astra Blaze, the newly appointed Prism Prime, stood before a gathering of elite warriors. Her fiery red hair, a stark contrast to her sleek white uniform, mirrored the intensity of the Solar Prism nestled at her chest. Beside her stood her comrades: Cygnus Vortex, his stoic demeanor masking the power of the Gravity Prism, and Vega Specter, a whirlwind of energy with the ever-shifting Spectrum Prism strapped to her arm.For millennia, the Prism Stones had been scattered across the cosmos, their immense power dormant. Legend spoke of the Prism Corps, a legendary band of heroes who could channel the Stones' energy to maintain cosmic order. But the Corps had vanished, leaving only whispers in the vast expanse of space.That all changed with the discovery of the Prism Core, a marvel of Vorlaxian engineering. It amplified the Stones' power a hundredfold, allowing Astra and her team to unlock their true potential. As Astra channeled the Solar Prism's energy, the Core hummed to life, bathing the room in a vibrant golden light. It was a baptism of sorts, the birth cry of a new era.Suddenly, a holographic projection flickered to life, revealing Orion Shield, the stoic warrior with the celestial blue of the Celestial Prism shimmering on his chest. "The Syfon Warriors are ready, Prime," his voice boomed, a hint of excitement breaking through his usual seriousness. "We've been training relentlessly, eager to test our newfound abilities."The Syfons were a special regiment, chosen for their unique ability to siphon and redirect energy. With the Prism Core amplifying their power, they could become an invaluable asset in the coming battles.A flurry of activity followed. Denarians, clad in sleek, silver armor, coordinated troop movements with practiced efficiency. Millennians, their imposing physiques barely contained by their uniforms, checked their one-man sky flyers, their faces etched with determination. Even the Corpsmen, the newest recruits, buzzed with nervous anticipation, their youthful energy a counterpoint to the veterans' stoicism.Astra surveyed the scene, a surge of pride swelling within her. The Prism Corps was no longer a relic of the past. It was a living, breathing force, a beacon of hope in an increasingly turbulent galaxy. But she knew the challenges that lay ahead. Xanathar Prime and his ilk wouldn't rest. They would come, drawn to the power of the Prism Corps like moths to a flame."Today," Astra declared, her voice ringing with conviction, "we become the guardians the universe needs. We become the Prism Corps!"A cheer erupted, a wave of sound that echoed through the very foundation of Nova City. It was a sound of unity, of purpose, a promise that the light of justice would prevail against the creeping darkness. This was just the beginning. The Prism Corps had been reborn, and the universe would never be the same.