Table Of ContentTEN REALMS: BOOK 7
The Seventh Realm
MICHAEL CHATFIELD
Copyright © 2021 by Michael Chatfield
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Interior Design by Caitlin Greer
eBook ISBN: 978-
Paperback ISBN: 978-
Table of Contents
Prologue
1 Queens and Sect Heads
2 Trouble in the First Realm
3 Meokar
4 Uproar Within Alva
5 To the Next Stage
6 House of Cards
7 Good or Bad, in the End, All is Revealed
8 Compressing a Solid Mana Core
9 Body Like Diamond, Mysteries of Bloodline
10 Vuzgal’s Weight
11 Forward
12 Vuzgal’s New Acting City lord
13 Lions, Tigers, and Momma Bears
14 Alvan War Machine
15 Thorns
16 Institute’s Purge
17 Wavering Faith
18 Shifting Landscape
19 An Unfortunate Partnership
20 Counterattack
21 A Change of State
22 Man-beast, Man-elemental
23 War Footing
24 Ripple Effect
25 Silencing Eyes and Ears
26 Handover
27 Starting Positions
28 Artillery Moves
29 Support from on Far
30 Sighted
31 The Skies Whistle and the Ground Shakes Once More
32 Adapt and Overcome
33 On Both Sides
34 Dawn of the Second Day
35 Trading Blows
36 Redeploy
37 The Butcher’s Bill
38 Construction
40 Head-On
41 Meeting Vuzgal’s Defenses
42 Moving Pieces
43 Slow Drag
44 Movement
45 Words Meet Action
46 To the Bone
47 Build and Destroy
48 Rebuttal
49 Occupy Hunter Frontier
50 Home Ground
51 Unified
52 Ascend
53 Ripples
54 Feint
55 Feed the Beast of War
56 Breach
57 Closing the Vise
58 Double Down
59 In the Clouds
60 Turning the Tables
61 Black Phoenix’s Frigate
62 Shattered
63 Lords and Hunters
64 Best Laid Plans
65 Abandon Vuzgal
66 Rise and Fall
Author’s Note
Prologue
Commander Stassov of the Frigate Eternus sat at her desk
reading through reports. Her cabin was sectioned off into a large
office with equally large windows, private quarters, and a seating
area, all richly appointed with Expert-grade furniture from across the
seventh realm. Red, green, and white lines danced across her
features, emphasizing her beauty rather than overwhelming it. Her
eyes glowed with power, but they weren’t washed out, showing reds,
greens, blacks, and blues. To complete the ensemble, she wore a
black cloak with red thread that made powerful, yet beautiful
formations.
She looked up at the knock on her cabin door. “Come in.”
Gregor, her second in command and leader of her personal
dungeon hunters, stepped into the room. He was a brawny man with
wild hair and beard, and rarely looked anything but serious in his
red-and-black armor. A green ink tattoo trailed out of his hairline to
under his left eye and down his cheek, tracing down his neck, drawn
in formation.
He ushered in a young man with tanned skin, chestnut brown
hair, and low cultivation for the seventh realm. A simple-looking man,
but there was intelligence in his eyes.
The guards closed the doors behind them as they bowed.
“Rise.”
“Commander Stassov, this is Petros, one of our eyes and ears.
He has some rather interesting but troubling information.” He
indicated for the man to step forward.
Stassov activated her sound canceling formation, cutting them
off from the rest of the world. “Continue.”
Petros’s eyes studied the flooring, keeping his head half-
bowed. “I was tasked with following one of the marshal’s attendants,
his niece Esther. While she doesn’t have much pull in the military,
she is effectively his ambassador. W-we lost track of her for some
time.”
“Where did she go?”
“The Fourth Realm.”
Stassov frowned. The battlefield realm had little to interest
forces from the Seventh Realm. “The Sha clans extend all the way
down into the lower realms, but they are little threat to us.”
“She didn’t go to the Sha. I checked. I think she met with
someone else.”
The ambassador for the Sha wasn’t going to go on a trip for
her own interest at a time of war. She must have gone to the Fourth
Realm for a reason. “Very well, Petros, head to the Fourth Realm
and find out where she went and what she was doing.”
“Yes, Commander.” Petros bowed, hiding his grimace, and left
the room.
Gregor shut the door behind him. “Do you want me to inform
the rest of the clan?”
“Not at this time; it could just be a rumor. Petros will find out
more for us. No one likes going to the lower realms with all that
sparse mana.”
“Yes, commander.” Gregor bowed and left the room.
Stassov turned her chair and stood, moving to the windows
and looking out upon the sky above and the land far below.
