You see the giant charge bare-fisted, skin streaked with lightning burns. Each step cracks stone, fists wrapped in metal bands sparking with static. When it swings, the air bends, and debris lifts before impact.
Storm Giants dwell atop remote peaks or deep beneath the sea, attuned to the skies and tides. Towering and wise, they often act as seers or guardians of ancient knowledge, wielding thunder and lightning with ancestral authority. Their moods can shift the weather, and their counsel shapes the fate of realms.
You see them standing against the cloudline, cloaked in mist, their skin tinted like rain-washed stone. Hair billows like stormclouds, and their eyes flash white as distant lightning, each step leaving puddles in cracked stone.