Jayce was catching his breath, lying on the cold floor and surrounded by broken furniture. He still had plenty of stamina to spare, yet for some reason he felt exhausted.
Taking one more deep breath, he forced himself to stand up.
Now that he was not in a frenzy anymore, he could see the full extent of the damage that was done to the lobby.
He had broken all of the furnishings by smashing it into the ground or throwing it at one of the walls.
Due to that, broken pieces from the sofas and chairs were scattered randomly around the room along with massive and small holes in the walls and floor.
Paintings that were hung on the wall were torn or gone, hidden under some rubble.
Even the receptionist counter was damaged with holes the size of a fist dispersed around the counter.
All in all, it looked as if a tornado had suddenly appeared in the middle of the room and then exploded.
