schaella

From the mists of forgotten times emerged shay-alla, once a warrior of the POLL alliance, now a wanderer among shadows. No banner binds him, no name betrays him; he lives by camouflage, cunning, and patience. More than a fleeter, he is a tactician who seems to move the stars themselves. Where others strike bluntly, he spins webs of retimes and traps, plans as intricate as fate itself. Each move bears the mark of a restless mind, always seeking the unexpected. In quiet hours, he forges strategies that shake empires. Shay-alla, the Veiled One—a legend always present where you search.

The first rumor was dismissed: a name, a whisper, a shadow flickering through channels like static. No one knew his origin, nor if he had ever truly left. Yet wherever mistrust grew, wherever coincidences piled up, his name surfaced.

Shay-alla is no commander, no diplomat, no figurehead. He is the stranger who asks a harmless question at the perfect moment, the inconspicuous presence who blends into any chat. His subdued friendliness seems casual—until you realize how deeply he has burrowed into your habits. Information is his currency, hoarded like raw material: sleep patterns, online rhythms, fleeting quirks of opponents, even details from the lives of the uninvolved cling to his memory like dust on black cloth.

When fleets move, another side emerges. Shay-alla becomes a calculating architect. Every fluctuation, every timestamp is dissected and archived. Spreadsheets grow into labyrinths of numbers and probabilities. His strategies feel so precise it seems he calculates the future itself—and often, he succeeds.

Many claim to have fought beside him; others insist he was never part of their alliance. The truth lies hidden beneath aliases and facades. Yet one certainty remains: wherever Shay-alla appears, unrest and uncertainty follow, leaving behind a trail of information only he truly masters. No one sees him arrive. No one recognizes him when present. But everyone feels him.