Aura destruction

It seemed that it had appeared for a third encounter with D.
The room swam with intense psychic power as the thing sought out its
opponent with a raging, unvoiced howl. Strangely enough, D could even
make out the thing’s body.

The head faced D and the woman. Coagulated malevolence. Raising itself on all four limbs, it charged
forward menacingly. Looking askance at the woman rendered senseless by the ramming, D
drew his longsword. What followed was an unanticipated ending.

With a scream that thundered outside the window, the malevolence was
utterly dispelled. The growls of the night wind reverberated, but D just
stood there confused in the normal winter air.

This just wasn’t right. It was impossible for such a fierce aura to
disperse, to just disappear. Fragments of it—the remaining energy alone—
should’ve hung in the air like gaseous clots. But there wasn’t the faintest
trace of anything like that left in the room. The best course of action, at this
point, would be to believe the thing hadn’t existed in the first place.

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