The neon glow of Nova City pulsed rhythmically, mirroring the tension that gripped Prism Corps headquarters. Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, paced before the holographic display, her brow furrowed as she studied the intel. Xanathar Prime had made his move, his Xandrosian warships massing near the Vorlaxian hyper warp hub, the linchpin of galactic trade."He's aiming to cripple the Vorlaxian economy and isolate entire sectors," Cygnus Vortex muttered, his voice laced with frustration. Gravity swirled around his fingertips, a constant reminder of his power."We need a plan," Vega Specter chimed in, her holographic form shimmering. Her Spectrum Prism hummed with restrained energy. "A full-frontal assault against Xanathar's fleet is risky. We don't know what Nebula has up her sleeve with that Quantum Prism."Astra clenched her fist. Nebula, the rogue Prism Corps member, remained an enigma. Her mastery over the Quantum field made her unpredictable, a wildcard in this volatile game.A holographic figure materialized beside them. General Solis, a Denarian with a weathered face and steely resolve, saluted. "Prism Prime. We have reports of Syfon activity near the Xandrosian border. Might be a diversion, might be something bigger."The Syfon Warriors, an elite corps renowned for draining and redirecting energy, were a formidable force. Their allegiance to Xanathar was a troubling development."Vega," Astra said, her voice firm. "I want you to lead a team of Millennians to the Syfon outpost. Disrupt their operations. Cygnus, you'll take a squadron of Denarians to the Vorlaxian hyper warp hub. Reinforce their defenses and hold the line."Cygnus and Vega nodded, their forms dissolving as they prepared to depart. Astra turned to Solis. "General, assemble the Centurions. We're going straight to Xanathar's flagship."A glimmer of concern flickered in Solis' eyes. "With all due respect, Prism Prime, that's a suicide mission."Astra met his gaze. "We don't have a choice. Xanathar can't be allowed to win. This ends now."Meanwhile, aboard Xanathar's flagship, the Harbinger, a cloaked figure materialized beside the Xandrosian leader."Nebula," Xanathar sneered. "Took you long enough."Nebula, her form shrouded in a veil of shifting realities, smirked. "Patience, Xanathar. I've been busy planting a little surprise for the Prism Corps."A malevolent glint flickered in her eyes. "This time, their precious light won't save them."High above the Vorlaxian hyper warp hub, the Prism Corps prepared for battle. Millennian sky flyers zipped through the void, their pilots unleashing a volley of photon blasts. Denarian warships formed a defensive ring, plasma cannons crackling with energy.Astra, at the helm of her custom battle suit, the Solar Lance, soared towards the Harbinger. Cygnus, his own combat suit crackling with gravitational energy, led the charge. The fate of the galaxy hung in the balance.