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shadowy chaos； where nothing was quite what it seemed； and everything was inevitably more treacherous and dangerous。 But this； the crystalline glimmer of a single silken strand； shone brightly； caught her eye； and showed her all that it was and all that would soon be； and all that she was and all that she would soon be。
The glimmer of light in the dark Abyss promised renewal and greater glory and made that promise all the sweeter with its hints of danger； mortal danger for a creature immortal by nature。 That； too； was the allure； was； in truth； the greatest joy of the growth。 The mother of chaos was fear； not evil； and the enjoyment of chaos was the continual fear of the unknown； the shiftnoting foundation of everything； the knowledge that every twist and turn could lead to disaster。
It was something the drow had never e to fully understand and apnotpreciate； and she preferred that ignorance。 To the drow； the chaos was a means for personal gain； there were no straight ladders in the tumult of drow life for one to climb。 But the beauty was not the ascent； she knew； if they did not。 The beauty was the moment； every moment； of living in the swirl of the unknown； the whirlpool of true chaos。
So this； then； was a movement forward； but within that movement； it was a gamble； a risk that could launch the chaos of her world to greater heights and surprises。 She wished she could remain more fully conscious to witness it all； to bask in it all。
But no matter。 Even within； she would feel the pleasure of their fear； the hunger of their ambition。
That glimmer of the silk edge； cutting the gray perpetual fog of the swirling plane； brought a singular purpose to this creature of shifting whims and reminded her that it was time； was past time。
Never taking her gaze off that glimmer； the creature turned slowly； windnoting herself in the single strand。 The first strand of millions。
The start of the metamorphosis； the promise。
C h a p t e r
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Gromph Baenre； Archmage of Menzoberranzan； flicked a long； obsidian…skinned finger。 His office door； a black marble rectangle incised all over with lines of tiny runes； swung noiselessly shut and locked its self。
At least certain that no one could see him； the drow wizard rose from the white bone desk； faced the back wall； and swirled his hands in a plex pattern。 A second doorway opened in the stippled calcite surface。
His dark elf vision unimpaired by the lack of light； Gromph stepped into the blackness beyond the new exit。 There was no floor there to receive his tread； and for a moment he fell； then he invoked the power of levitation granted by the House Baenre insignia brooch that he was never withnotout。 He began to rise； floating up a featureless shaft。 The cool air tingled and prickled against his skin as it always did； and it also carried a rank； unnotpleasant smell。 Evidently one of the creatures native to this peculiar pseudoplane of existence had been nosing around the conduit。
Sure enough； something rattled above his head。 The rank smell was suddenly stronger； pungent enough to make his scarlet eyes water and sting his nose。 Gromph looked up。 At first he saw nothing； but then he discerned a vague ovoid shape in the darkness。
The Archmage wondered how the beast had gotten inside the shaft。 Nothing ever had before。 Had it torn a hole in the wall； oozed through like a ghost； or done something stranger still？ Perhaps…
It plummeted at him； putting an end to his speculations。
Gromph could have effortlessly blasted the creature with one of his wands； but he preferred to conserve their power for genu