A crimson alert pulsed through the Prism Corps headquarters in Nova City. Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, gripped the console, her brow furrowed. The holographic display flickered, revealing a swirling vortex of inky blackness in the remote Xylos sector. It was a signature – the unmistakable mark of the Void Reaver."Astra," Cygnus Vortex, his voice laced with urgency, materialized beside her. "We received distress calls from Xylos Prime. The Reaver's tendrils are consuming their energy grid.""Not alone," Vega Specter materialized, her spectral form shimmering, "Phantom Mirage has been sighted, projecting illusions that are causing mass panic."Astra slammed her fist on the console. "Deploy a Centurion squad to Xylos Prime. We need to contain the Reaver's spread and dispel Mirage's illusions. Vega, I need you to scout and see if we can identify the source of the illusions."Vega saluted sharply and vanished in a flash of rainbow light. Cygnus placed a hand on Astra's shoulder. "There's more."Another holographic image materialized, depicting a temporal distortion ripping through the fabric of space-time. "Rift Walker," Astra growled. "He must be trying to exploit the chaos to alter the timeline.""We're stretched thin, Astra," Cygnus said. "The Syphon regiment is already battling Xanathar Prime on Xandros IV."Astra gritted her teeth. Xanathar, their nemesis, was a thorn in their side. His ambition for galactic domination knew no bounds. The combined threat of Void Reaver, Phantom Mirage, and Rift Walker, however, was unprecedented."We need to send a diversionary force to Xandros," Astra declared, her voice ringing with determination. "We can't let Xanathar exploit the situation further. Cygnus, you lead the team to Xylos. I'll gather a strike force to disrupt Rift Walker's temporal manipulations."Cygnus nodded, his expression grim. "Stay safe, Astra."With a resolute nod, Astra raced towards the hangar bay. The Prism Corps needed to act decisively. The fate of the entire universe hung in the balance. Meanwhile, on a desolate moon orbiting Xandros, a cloaked figure observed the unfolding chaos with a cruel smile. It was Rift Walker, his yellow eyes gleaming with malicious intent."Xanathar is preoccupied," he chuckled, his voice distorted by temporal energy. "This is the perfect opportunity to rewrite history and plunge the cosmos into an era of eternal darkness."He raised a hand and channeled his Temporal Prism, unleashing a torrent of chrono-energy that tore through the fabric of time. Across the galaxy, timelines shimmered and fluctuated, a storm of unforeseen consequences brewing on the horizon.Chapter 65 ends with a cliffhanger, setting the stage for a thrilling multi-front battle against the combined forces of villainy.