The rain hammered relentlessly on the roof, each drop sounding like a drumbeat in the silence of Deb Dutta's apartment. His small room was cluttered—stacks of old books, crumpled notes, and a battered laptop surrounded by candles that flickered weakly in the dim light. Outside, the storm raged, but inside, the only sound was the steady drip of water and the faint flicker of a single lamp.
Deb sat hunched over an ancient leather-bound tome he had discovered months ago in a dusty corner of the city library. The pages were filled with strange symbols, arcane diagrams, and incantations in languages long forgotten. His fingers traced the faded script, memorizing every word, every symbol. Tonight was the night.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking hands.
"This is it," he whispered under his breath. "I've studied enough. I just need to do it."
He glanced at the clock—11:59 PM. The moment of truth. With trembling fingers, he recited the incantation aloud.
"By the lock that binds the past,
Open the door that shadows cast,
Reveal my truth, unmask my guise,
Transform my form before my eyes."
The words echoed in the small room, bouncing off the walls. The candle flames flickered violently, casting shadows that danced along the ceiling. The temperature plummeted suddenly, and a strange, tingling sensation crept from his chest outward, like icy fingers grasping his nerves.
His vision blurred. The world spun before my eyes . The room seemed to stretch and warp, as if reality itself was dissolving into mist.
What's happening?
He tried to speak, but his voice sounded distant and strange, like someone else's. His body felt light—so light it was as if he was floating. The shadows on the walls grew longer, twisting into shapes that resembled figures watching him.
Suddenly, a shimmering ripple spread across his vision. The air crackled with energy, and the entire space seemed to ripple like disturbed water.
His knees buckled, and he staggered forward, clutching his desk for support. An intense dizziness overwhelmed him. His head spun, and he fought to keep consciousness.
When he finally blinked his eyes open, everything had changed.
He was no longer in his apartment. The room was gone. Instead, he stood in a vast, sprawling city—an ancient place filled with towering spires, floating lanterns, and streets paved with glowing stones. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, streaked with flashes of shimmering light.
What…?
He stumbled back, staring at his reflection in a polished metal surface nearby. His face was different—softer, more delicate. His eyes, once dark and intense, now seemed brighter, more curious. His hands were smaller, slender, almost fragile.
He reached up to touch his face. His fingers trembled as he ran them over his jawline, then his cheekbones.
"No way," he muttered softly. "Did I… do it? Did it actually work?"
His voice sounded strange—lighter, softer. The realization hit him hard. He had transformed into a woman.
This can't be real.
He looked around. The city pulsed with arcane energy, glowing symbols floating in the air like fireflies. The streets were filled with strange beings—humanoids with glowing eyes, cloaked figures moving silently past.
A low, booming voice echoed from the shadows, deep and commanding.
"Welcome, traveler. You are in the Realm of Eldoria—a land beyond worlds where gods, demons, and mortals intertwine."
Deb spun around, heart pounding. From the darkness emerged a tall figure cloaked in black robes, eyes burning with an eerie, unnatural light.
"This world," the figure continued, "is divided into five continents, each ruled by a mighty lord. But the true master is the Demon Lord—an ancient being whose shadow stretches across all."
Deb's mind reeled. His body felt strange—lighter, yet somehow more resilient. He looked down at himself—he was a man now. The ritual had worked, but he remembered the texts: seven days in this form before the magic would reset.
"How…? How did I get here?" he asked, voice trembling.
The figure stepped closer, its glowing eyes studying him.
"Your ritual opened a portal," it said. "Perhaps it was fate—or some long-forgotten magic calling you. But beware—the power here is dangerous. Your time in this form is limited."
He looked into a nearby polished stone. His face was rugged, his body unfamiliar. His heart hammered in his chest.
"Seven days," he whispered. "That's all I have."
The figure's voice softened.
"Your first skill—altering your body—is a gift, but it's limited. Seven days. After that, you'll revert unless you learn to control the magic."
Deb nodded, trying to process everything. His mind raced with questions—about this world, about himself, about the powers he might wield.
"And what happens after?" he asked.
The figure's eyes gleamed ominously.
"Your journey has only begun. The secrets of Eldoria are deeper than you think. Use your time wisely."
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His gaze fell on the unfamiliar city stretching before him, shimmering with arcane energy. The place hummed with countless mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
"Seven days," he repeated softly. "No more, no less."
His reflection flickered again, and he studied himself—his new face, his strange body. He was in a different world now, a realm ruled by gods and demons, with only a limited window to understand his power.
He took a step forward, feeling the weight of destiny pressing down on him.
"I need to understand this place," he whispered. "And I'll find a way to control this magic. Seven days."
And so, Deb Dutta—now calling himself Eldric . As Eldric gazed at the swirling skies of Eldoria, a mix of dread and determination filled his heart. The limited time in this new body weighed heavily on him, but he knew one thing for sure: he had stumbled into a world of ancient secrets, deadly power, and shadowed kings.
Every moment was a race against the clock. Clutching the mysterious relic in his mind, he vowed to uncover the truth behind his transformation—and the dark forces that ruled this realm. With only seven days in his new form, Eldric took his first step into a destiny he couldn't yet comprehend.