The spotless floor was littered with shattered glass and the broken limbs of furniture. Splinters and shards all combined as they layered the surface of the floor. The expensive desk was destroyed as though a huge boulder had crushed it. Shredded paper scattered on the bed and the luxurious thick curtains were ripped into pieces. No matter how one looked at it, it was certainly the work of a ravaging beast. A storm moved ferociously beyond the window as if circling the pitiful room within the walls.
Standing at the center of the wrecked room, a certain Lord panted. His once calm demeanor was broken by the crazed madness swirling in his eyes. The insides of his palms were riddled with wounds from his nails as he clenched his fists without a thought. Blood seeps from between his fingers but he didn't recognize the pain. As if the injury never even bothered him. His neat hair was in a mess and the veins in his neck throbbed. There was no denying it, he had gone mad.
