Kroq-Gar 10

None - not even plague monks - dared step through the puddled remnants of Vermalanx's bile. The noisome liquid melted flagstones, and sent up fumes that could stun a stegodon. Slowly, inexorably, Kroq-Gar rose. The light of purity - shining from his metallic gauntlet - had at last burnt off the contaminants, leaving Kroq-Gar wreathed in a faint nimbus.

-Thanquol Book 1, Chapter 5