An explosion wave was missing in the room.

In the room, there was nothing... only furniture, carpeting, dust and air, shining lights and walls. The explosion wave would have completely obliterated everything and created chaos. The deep kind of mayhem that resonates with your chest, the kind to make you breathe heavily and flick your eyes everywhere like a hunted predator. Now, with everything obliterated, with even the ceiling and floor smashed to dust, you notice the nothingness is gone. You growl, not because you are scared or angry, but because the vibration it produces in your body. It is like a communion with yourself. Right there where previously nothing was, you blew everything apart with freaking mindbomb of rage. Pure rage! Forget what I said about not being angry. Or afraid. But as the dust settles and once more form physical objects - like the ground that prevents you from falling into the center of the earth - you realize this attack you have made has little ramifications.