Bruce surged forward, his wings cutting through the tumultuous void. Despite his impressive size, with a wingspan of 30 meters and a length of 21 meters, his dragon form seemed minuscule against the vastness of the distorted space around him.
A sudden, vicious turbulence sliced through his scales. The pain was sharp, a swath of scales stripped away as if by an invisible blade. Bruce roared in agony, now fully alert to the perilous dynamics of this space.
Outside the gateway, the Lord of the Void watched anxiously, knowing its fate was inexorably linked to Bruce's survival. Yet, recalling the feats of Bruce's predecessors, it harbored hope that Bruce would not only survive but emerge as the supreme Sovereign of Space, a master it could serve with pride.