Gallat(32mm,75mm)
Gallat, an elite crossbowman known as the "King’s Bane," moved silently through the dense shadows of the royal courtyard, his footsteps barely disturbing the fallen leaves beneath him. His reputation as a deadly assassin was unmatched—whispers of his name sent chills down the spines of rulers across the land. Gallat had perfected the art of the kill; his crossbow, a finely crafted weapon of ebony and steel, was an extension of his very being. Each bolt he fired was as precise as a heartbeat, and tonight, that heartbeat would be the last sound the king would ever hear. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a faint glow on Gallat's hooded figure as he reached his vantage point atop a stone parapet overlooking the king’s private chambers.
With a steady hand, Gallat loaded a single, poisoned bolt into his crossbow, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the dimly lit window below. He knew the king’s routine by heart—every movement, every breath. As the king appeared at the window, Gallat exhaled slowly, his finger tightening on the trigger. The bolt flew through the air with lethal accuracy, shattering the silence of the night. The king crumpled to the floor without a sound, the life draining from him as quickly as the moon was swallowed by the clouds. Gallat watched for a moment, his expression cold and unreadable, before slipping away into the darkness. His mission complete, Gallat disappeared into the night, leaving behind nothing but the memory of a whisper, the ghostly echo of a name that would haunt the throne for generations to come: Gallat, the King’s Bane.
