Nova City shimmered under the artificial twilight, its neon skyscrapers casting long, vibrant shadows across the landing bay. Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, disembarked from her sleek Prism Glider, the familiar weight of the Solar Prism humming against her chest.Her comm crackled to life. "Astra, we've got a situation," Cygnus Vortex's voice crackled with urgency. "Syfon activity detected near the Prism Core."Astra's stomach clenched. The Prism Core, a colossal structure nestled within the heart of Nova City, housed the Prism Nexus, the enigmatic source of the Prism Force that empowered the Corps. A Syfon attack there could be catastrophic.Rushing towards the central command building, its holographic doors parting before her, Astra found Cygnus and Vega Specter hunched over a holographic map. An ominous red pulse emanated from the Core."Nebula," Vega confirmed, her voice laced with frustration. "She's targeting the Nexus. If she siphons enough Prism Force, she could become unstoppable."Astra gritted her teeth. Nebula Vortex, a former Centurion gone rogue, possessed the unpredictable power of the Quantum Prism. Her ability to manipulate reality itself made her a formidable opponent."We need a plan," Cygnus said, his brow furrowed. "A direct assault could be a trap."Suddenly, the alarms blared, red emergency lights strobing across the room. A holographic projection flickered to life, revealing Orion Shield, his face grim."Centurion Denarians are under attack by Xandrosian forces outside the city," he reported. "Xanathar must be coordinating with Nebula. They're trying to overwhelm us."Astra slammed her fist on the table. "We can't split our forces. We need to secure the Core and stop Nebula, but we can't abandon the Denarians to Xanathar's horde."A beat of silence followed, broken only by the insistent sirens. Then, a smirk played on Vega's lips. "I have an idea."Meanwhile, outside the glittering city walls...Denarian Zaria Black fired her plasma rifle, emerald energy lancing through the ranks of hulking Xandrosian warriors. Her Millennial comrades fought valiantly, their enhanced strength and resilience holding the line. But the sheer number of Xandros was overwhelming.Suddenly, a thunderous roar filled the air. A colossal battlecruiser, emblazoned with the insignia of the Galactic Council, descended from the sky. A booming voice echoed through Zaria's helmet."Denarians of the Prism Corps! Fear not, for reinforcements have arrived!"Zaria's heart soared. The Council, rarely seen taking a direct role in conflicts, had sent aid. Hope rekindled in the weary eyes of her comrades.Back in Nova City...Astra, Cygnus, and Vega stood on the launchpad, an elite squad of Syfon Warriors flanking them. These elite Centurions, trained to channel and redirect energy, were their secret weapon."Vega," Astra said, her voice firm, "you and the Syfons will head to the Core. Disrupt Nebula's concentration. Cygnus and I will create a diversion and draw Xanathar's forces away from the Denarians."Vega nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's paint the night sky a little brighter, shall we?"With a synchronized nod, the Prism Corps heroes leapt into action, launching themselves towards their objectives, determined to protect the light from the encroaching darkness.