The aftermath of the Prism Corps' harrowing victory over Nebula Vortex cast a long shadow over Nova City. Though the rogue Centurion was contained, the scars of his assault remained – shattered buildings etched against the neon skyline, a stark reminder of their vulnerability. Yet, hope flickered anew as whispers of Xanathar Prime's resurgence echoed across the Galactic Council chambers.Astra Blaze, Prism Prime, stood resolute at the forefront of the briefing room, her fiery gaze sweeping across the assembled heroes. Her golden armor, once gleaming with solar energy, bore the faintest scorch marks from Nebula's final attack. Today, she was joined not only by Cygnus Vortex and Vega Specter, her most trusted lieutenants, but also by the newly appointed Centurions – Orion Shield, a mountain of a man radiating celestial energy, and Aurora Flux, a woman with an ethereal grace and mastery over cosmic manipulation."The intel we received paints a grim picture," Astra announced, her voice echoing through the hushed room. "Xanathar Prime, empowered by a newfound source of dark energy, has begun a systematic invasion of the Vorlaxian sector. Entire outposts have fallen silent, their Prism Stones likely plundered to fuel his growing power."A murmur of unease rippled through the room. The Vorlaxians, known for their telepathic abilities, were crucial allies in the Corps' cosmic network. Their silence was a chilling harbinger."He's not alone," Cygnus Vortex, his voice gravelly but firm, added. "We've intercepted Xandrossian transmissions mentioning the involvement of... others."A collective gasp resonated as Cygnus projected holographic images – Void Reaver, a being of pure darkness, Phantom Mirage, the master of illusions, and Rift Walker, the time-bending menace. Their faces, twisted with malevolent glee, sent a shiver down even the most seasoned heroes' spines."A formidable alliance," Aurora Flux stated, her voice laced with concern. "The combined might of these villains could plunge the galaxy into an era of unprecedented darkness."A young voice, breaking the tense silence, rose from the back of the room. Jace Swift, a newly minted Denarian with a glint of determination in his eyes, stood tall."We can't let them win," he declared, his voice resonating with unwavering conviction. "We fight for the light, for every life in this vast universe. We train, we prepare, and we face them head-on!"Astra Blaze, a hint of a proud smile gracing her lips, met Jace's gaze. "That's the spirit, Jace. The Prism Corps may have been tested, but our resolve remains unbroken. We head for the Vorlaxian sector. We liberate the fallen outposts. And we extinguish the darkness before it engulfs the galaxy."A surge of energy crackled through the room as the heroes, united as never before, geared up for their most critical mission yet. Battle suits were donned, Prism Gliders fueled, and hyper warp engines primed. This wasn't just a fight for the Vorlaxians; it was a stand against the encroaching shadows threatening to consume all that they held dear.As Astra, at the helm of her flagship, the Solar Lance, surveyed the formation of Prism Gliders streaking across a neon-drenched Nova City sky, she knew this was just the beginning. The war against the darkness had escalated, but so too had the unwavering light of the Prism Corps. The echoes of the Dark Prism might reverberate across the cosmos, but they would be met with the deafening roar of righteous fury. The fate of the galaxy hung in the balance, and the Prism Corps, with Jace Swift at their side, were ready to write a new chapter in their epic saga.