Unaffected by psychic aura

His black, bottomless pupils reflected another figure in black standing about ten feet
ahead of him. Well over six and a half feet tall, the massive form was like a
block of granite.

A certain power buffeted D’s face, an aura emanating from that colossal
figure. An ordinary human would’ve been so psychically damaged by it that
they’d spend the better part of a lifetime trying to recover.
In his left hand, the man held a bow, while his right hand clutched a number
of arrows. When bow and arrow met in front of that massive chest, D’s
right hand went for the handle of his longsword.

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