A crimson sun dipped below the neon-lit skyline of Nova City, casting long shadows across the gleaming chrome of Prism Corps headquarters. Inside, a tense silence hung heavy in the air as Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, addressed her assembled comrades. A holographic display flickered to life, showcasing the menacing visages of three figures: Void Reaver, a swirling vortex of obsidian energy; Phantom Mirage, a figure shrouded in shifting illusions; and Rift Walker, a man clad in archaic armor, a temporal anomaly crackling around him."These are the threats we face," Astra declared, her voice resonating with unwavering resolve. "Void Reaver, a cosmic entity hungering for the universe's lifeblood. Phantom Mirage, a master of deception weaving chaos with his illusions. And Rift Walker, a time-traveling harbinger of discord, twisting timelines to his whims."A murmur of disquiet rippled through the ranks. Denarians, Millennians, and seasoned Centurions alike exchanged worried glances. Even Syfon Warriors, their faces typically stoic masks, betrayed a hint of unease.Stepping forward, Cygnus Vortex, the stoic wielder of the Gravity Prism, spoke, his voice a deep rumble. "A formidable triumvirate indeed. We need every ounce of our combined might to face them."Vega Specter, the enigmatic user of the Spectrum Prism, chimed in, her voice laced with a sardonic edge. "And where, pray tell, do Xanathar Prime and his Xandrosian goons stand in this grand scheme of villainy?"Astra nodded, the holographic display shifting to reveal Xanathar Prime, his crimson war paint a stark contrast to his gleaming black armor, and Nebula Vortex, her once radiant form now twisted with dark energy. "Nebula's betrayal has bolstered Xanathar's forces. We cannot discount them."A hush fell over the room as Astra outlined the intel gathered. Void Reaver, it seemed, sought to breach the dimensional barrier between the Null Dimension and the known universe, plunging everything into an endless void. Phantom Mirage was sowing discord throughout the Galactic Council, manipulating leaders with his illusions. And Rift Walker, they discovered, was altering timelines, attempting to create a reality where the Prism Corps never existed."We face a multi-pronged attack," Astra concluded, her gaze unwavering. "Cygnus, you and Vega will lead a strike force to confront Void Reaver at the suspected breach point. Denarians and Millennians, under Orion Shield's command, will secure key locations throughout the Galactic Council and root out Phantom Mirage's agents. The Syfon Warriors and I will confront Xanathar and Nebula directly, while the remaining Centurions hold down the fort here in Nova City, prepared to respond to any temporal incursions by Rift Walker."A wave of assent washed over the room. Millennians pounded their fists against their chests, their battle cries echoing through the halls. Denarians readied their photon blasters, their faces grim with determination. The Syfon Warriors, their expressions unreadable, adjusted their energy-siphoning gauntlets.As the heroes dispersed, a palpable energy crackled in the air. This was a fight for the very fabric of reality, a battle for the light against the encroaching darkness. And the Prism Corps, united in their purpose, stood as the last line of defense.Chapter 66 ends with a sense of impending doom, but also a flicker of hope. The heroes have a plan, and they are ready to fight.