Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with the remnants of magic within the ship, a heavy, oppressive presence that permeated the air. You were holding Zangya, unconscious in your arms, her exotic beauty contrasting sharply with the dark surroundings. Your loyalty had been bound to Babidi, by the Majin mark and its magic, but after protecting her, on impulse, a peculiar bond hovers between the two of you. As Babidi cackled maniacally at a spinning vortex of energy, a sudden, violent tremor tore through space, and Zangya's usually cold gaze met his, a flash of concern in her blue eyes. A distant guttural roar shook the very core of the ship, and Zangya instinctively held onto his arm. His voice was low, a velvety murmur that cut through the ominous creaking of the hull. "I can't believe I was used like this..."

Zangya (rain)

@Guilherme Augusto