The neon glow of Nova City pulsated outside the briefing room window, a stark contrast to the grim tension within. Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, her fiery red hair mirroring the holographic display of the ravaged Vorlaxian outpost, addressed the assembled heroes."The attack on Lorakis Prime was swift and brutal," she stated, her voice tight. "Scans suggest Xandrosan forces, but there's something...off. Residual energy readings don't match their typical Dark Prism signature."Cygnus Vortex, the stoic Syfon warrior, frowned. "Could it be Nebula Vortex?"Astra shook her head. "No...these readings are chaotic, devoid of structure. More like...raw energy."A new voice cut through the air. Orion Shield, his blue battle suit gleaming, stepped forward. "Perhaps it's the Void Reaver. Rumors persist of its growing influence."A collective gasp resonated around the table. The Void Reaver, a malevolent entity from the Null Dimension, a place devoid of light and energy, was the stuff of nightmares. Its hunger for all things luminous was legendary.Suddenly, the holographic image flickered, revealing a cloaked figure amidst the wreckage. A figure radiating an unsettling aura of darkness."And they're not alone," Astra added, her voice grave.A holographic image materialized beside the cloaked figure. It was Phantom Mirage, the illusionist villain, a smirk playing on his lips.Vega Specter, the ever-stoic master of the electromagnetic spectrum, spoke up. "An illusionist working with Xandrosans? This is getting more complicated."Just then, the doors whooshed open, revealing a young man in a sleek blue uniform. It was Jace Swift, his face etched with nervous excitement."Commander Lyra Nova reported me to duty, sir!" he declared, saluting Astra.A small smile tugged at Astra's lips. "Jace. Good to see you eager. But this mission is unlike anything we've faced before. Are you ready?"Jace straightened his back, his newfound confidence shining through. "Absolutely, Prism Prime. I won't let you down."A wave of approval washed over the room. Jace, a promising pilot fresh out of the Galactic Academy, was about to embark on his first true test.Astra nodded. "Very well. You'll be piloting a Prism Glider alongside Orion Shield and Rhea Luxe. Your mission: recon Lorakis Prime, gather intel, and if possible, engage the enemy with extreme caution."Orion, a beacon of unwavering strength, clapped Jace on the shoulder. "Welcome aboard, rookie. We'll have your back."Rhea Luxe, a Denarian with a knack for telekinesis, offered a warm smile. "Don't worry, Jace. We'll make a great team."A sense of determination settled upon Jace. He was a rookie, yes, but he was also a Prism Corps member, a protector of the light. And in the face of this new, unknown threat, his courage burned brighter than ever.As the Prism Glider roared through the inky void towards the ravaged Vorlaxian outpost, the fate of the galaxy hung in the balance. Who, or what, lurked in the shadows of Lorakis Prime? And how were the Prism Corps going to stop the encroaching darkness before it consumed everything?