The neon lights of Nova City pulsed rhythmically, casting an otherworldly glow on the towering skyscrapers that pierced the twilight sky. Inside the Prism Corps headquarters, a tense silence hung heavy in the air. Astra Blaze, Prism Prime and wielder of the Solar Prism, paced before the assembled heroes. Her brow furrowed in concern as she addressed the group."We've intercepted a coded transmission from Xanathar Prime," she announced, her voice echoing through the chamber. "He plans to unleash the power of the Dark Prism on Nova X-7, a vital hyper warp hub connecting several trade routes. If he succeeds, galactic commerce will grind to a halt, plunging countless worlds into chaos."A collective gasp rippled through the room. Nova X-7 was not just a strategic point, it was a symbol of unity and peace across the cosmos. Its fall would be a devastating blow to the already fragile balance of power.Cygnus Vortex, the stoic hero wielding the Gravity Prism, stepped forward. "We must move swiftly. Every minute wasted strengthens Xanathar's hand."Vega Specter, the enigmatic wielder of the Spectrum Prism, materialized beside him in a shimmer of light. "Agreed. But we need a plan. Nova X-7 is heavily fortified, and Xanathar will undoubtedly have a sizeable contingent guarding it."Astra nodded, a steely glint in her eyes. "That's where the new recruits come in." She gestured towards a group of young Prism Corps members, their faces etched with nervous anticipation. These were the Millennians, fresh out of the Space Academy and eager to prove themselves."Millennial squad," Astra boomed, her voice filled with authority, "you will spearhead the initial assault. Disrupt Xanathar's defenses and create an opening for the Centurion team."A young Millennium named Kai, his uniform emblazoned with the Corps insignia, stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly. "We won't let you down, Prism Prime!"A flicker of pride warmed Astra's heart. These rookies, with their raw power and untarnished idealism, were the future of the Prism Corps.Meanwhile, Orion Shield, the mighty warrior with the Celestial Prism, approached Astra. "What about Nebula Vortex? Any sign of her involvement?"Nebula Vortex, a former Prism Corps member who had turned rogue, remained a wild card. Her mastery over the Quantum Prism made her unpredictable and potentially more dangerous than Xanathar himself.Astra shook her head. "Nothing yet. But I have a feeling she won't sit this one out."A klaxon blared, shattering the tense silence. A holographic projection flickered to life, displaying a menacing figure shrouded in dark energy – Xanathar Prime."Foolish Prism Corps," his voice boomed, laced with malice. "You cannot hope to defeat the inevitable. Nova X-7 will fall, and with it, your precious peace!"The transmission flickered out, leaving an ominous silence in its wake. Astra straightened her shoulders, her resolve hardening."This is it, team," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "For the Prism Force, for the Galactic Council, for the light that binds us all – we fight!"With a unified cry, the Prism Corps heroes surged forward, their Prism Stones glowing brightly, ready to face the encroaching darkness and fulfill the ancient Prism Prophecy: that in the face of ultimate evil, the united might of the Prism Corps would forever safeguard the light of the cosmos.