The Maw to Hell

When Silas took out Yeitzer Hara to show to the young Drow woman, an odd sensation overtook him but for a moment. It felt as though he had just closed a large tome after reading over it for months on end. His mind swelled with new knowledge he had not known before, including a strange set of words he did not fully grasp the meaning of. It pulled at this essence, as if now a small piece of him was being dragged away from the reality he was in and into another. That place didn't feel like home, but instead a place of immense chaos and turmoil, a cacophony of madness and violence from someplace far away. Yet, for all the confusion it caused by its very essence, he felt he had a grasp over it. As if some profound understanding of that which was never meant to be understood now belonged to him, given to him by something greater than himself. He smiled. How long would it remain greater than him? Not for much longer, if he could have his way.