wet surfaces Kling prompts

4 days ago

Thor Katla stands firm in the storm, her armor seeming to grow tighter, fusing closer to her body like storm-forged skin. The metallic surface glimmers wet, alive, not flat — rain slides across it, ocean spray clings to its grooves. Her storm-blue eyes flare brighter, but still human and soulful, layered with emotion. Lightning veins crawl across her skin, brighter now, but imperfect and pulsing like living blood vessels. Her breathing is heavy, lips part slightly, alive in detail. The storm answers her — colossal waves rear higher, lightning strikes illuminate her form. Still photoreal, still human, but charged with divine power.