Jace Swift gripped the controls of the Prism Glider, his knuckles white. Neon streaks of Nova City blurred past the viewport as he navigated the bustling airspace alongside Orion Shield and Rhea Luxe. Their destination: the Vorlaxian outpost, now a flickering red blip on the holographic map. A distress call had cut off mid-transmission, leaving only a chilling silence."Think it's the Xandrosians again?" Rhea, a Denarian with cybernetically enhanced reflexes, adjusted her combat suit.Orion, the stoic Centurion with the Celestial Prism embedded in his chestplate, shook his head. "Unlikely. Xandar Prime's forces are stretched thin after the Nova City skirmish."Jace swallowed. The skirmish – a fierce battle that left a gaping hole in the city's energy grid and a tremor of fear resonating throughout the Galactic Council. Xanathar Prime's ambition was undeniable, fueled by the corrupting darkness of the Dark Prism. But whispers of a new threat, entities from the Null Dimension, had begun to circulate amongst the Corps.As they neared the Vorlaxian outpost, the silence in the Glider became a tangible entity. No bustling marketplace, no humming energy generators – only the skeletal remains of buildings, their metallic frames twisted and scorched. On the ground, a lone figure emerged from the wreckage, clad in the dented armor of a Vorlaxian Guard."Survivors!" Rhea yelled, expertly maneuvering the Glider to a landing. The Vorlaxian Guard, a hulking alien with four crimson eyes, stumbled towards them, exhaustion etched on his face."Attackers…" he rasped, clutching his side. "Beings of pure energy… drained the outpost…" His voice trailed off, replaced by a pained cough.Jace felt a chill run down his spine. Attacks by energy beings weren't unheard of, but the scale, the efficiency… it didn't fit the Xandrosian profile. This bore the hallmarks of something far more sinister."Get him to the medical bay," Orion ordered, his voice firm. While Rhea tended to the wounded guard, Jace looked to Orion, worry etched on his face."Sir, could it be…?"Orion nodded grimly. "Void Reavers. We need to alert the Council immediately. And inform Astra…" He paused, his gaze distant. "We might need all hands on deck."Meanwhile, within the pulsating energy field that served as the gateway to the Null Dimension, a sinister figure watched the Prism Corps activity through a swirling vortex."Foolish Guardians," rasped the entity, its voice a cacophony of whispers. "They scramble like ants while the true shadows gather." The figure, known as Rift Walker, a master of the Temporal Prism, smirked, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. "With the past rewritten, the future will fall under my control. And the light of the Prism Corps will be extinguished forever."Back in Nova City, within the Prism Corps Headquarters, Astra Blaze paced the holographic war room, a frown marring her usually determined expression. The news from the Vorlaxian outpost hung heavy in the air. Reports of energy beings draining entire settlements were pouring in from across the Vega Sector."Vega," she addressed the cloaked figure beside her, "any sign of Nebula Vortex from your scans?"Vega Specter, the master of illusions, shook his head. "No trace, Astra. It's like she vanished after the Nova City incident."A prickle of unease ran down Astra's spine. Nebula's defection was a heavy blow, but her erratic behavior remained a mystery. Could she be working with these new aggressors? Or was she simply playing her own dangerous game?A sudden chirp from a communication device brought her focus back to the present. It was Orion, his face grim on the projected holographic screen."Astra," he reported, "we have confirmed Void Reaver activity in the Vega Sector. The Vorlaxian outpost… it's gone."Astra's eyes narrowed. "Gather all available Centurions. We need to contain this threat before it spreads."As the holographic image flickered out, Astra looked towards the vast expanse of the city, neon lights pulsing like a beating heart. The shadows seemed to grow longer, a premonition of the coming darkness. The Prism Corps had faced formidable foes before, but the Void Reavers represented a threat unlike any other. This was a battle for the very fabric of reality, and the fate of the universe hung in the balance.