The eastern sky assumed a hue of purplish pink, then pink altogether, its brightening causing the dark elves to squint uncomfort-ably. Drizzt wanted to deny the event, to put it into the same pile of anger that denied the master of Lore's words concerning the surface elves.
Then it happened; the top rim of the sun crested the eastern horizon. The surface world awakened to its warmth, its life-giving energy.
Those same rays assaulted the drow elves' eyes with the fury of fire, tearing into orbs unaccustomed to such sights.
"Watch!" the cleric cried at them. "Witness the depth of the horror!"