The invisible wave didn't just affect their building, nor was it limited to the town of Thraven. Though its origins were unknown to all but a few, the reach of the inciting wave reached to the furthest corners of the world and even beyond.
While the effects of it were still becoming clear, many people around the world were dealing with the unfortunate alarm blaring in their own minds, unable to turn it off or drown it out.
In another part of Thraven, a young woman with streaks of blue in her hair was clutching her head. Sparks of electricity arcing from her body and striking the nearby objects with reckless abandon. The lights above her were shattered open, fragments of glass littered the floor, while the glow of the lights had been snuffed out long before the wave had come.
There were dozens of people nearby, having to deal with their own mental pain while desperately moving far away from the barrage of lightning, lest they fall victim to a wayward bolt while they hid here for refuge. Each one, especially the woman at the centre of the storm, hoped that whatever it was would end soon.
Far away in the depths of the Russian Tundra, two figures, a man and woman, garbed in dark uniforms wore pained expressions as they dealt with the screaming voices. Bodies were scattered across the ground around them, both fearsome beasts and mutated humans alike. An air of death filled the frigid air and the snow beneath their feet had turned stark red from all the blood, it would be hard to find a small spattering of white around the pair.
Yet they stood strong. The man held a sabre in his hand, its blade still dripping with blood, as the wind around him danced and roared erratically and unnaturally. His eyes, that gazed off into the distance, had a coldness that rivalled the arctic landscape he had bathed in blood.
His companion, a short and unassuming woman, sat atop the corpse of a once towering brown bear. Its body covered in hardened patches of chitinous armour, yet by the numerous gashes in its body and by the simple fact it was now nothing more than a stool, clearly it hadn't been enough to spare the beast.
Despite her odd choice of seat, the strangest part of the girls visage was the otherworldly symbols she had scrawled on her black uniform in blood.
Even the beasts and monsters that filled the world were not safe from the mental barrage, for they had their own guides and they too were screaming a warning to their hosts. All over the world. Every single individual was hearing the same words echoing within their minds over and over again. Yet while some fared better than others, while some clung to their sanity and others lost themselves to the pain and their abilities responded by instinct. There were none who had it worse than a poor soul in the heart of America.
Hiding within the stockroom of his hometown Flormart, was a short man that was illuminating the room with a pulsating green glow. He clutched at his head in excruciating pain, he pushed his hands together like he was trying to crush his own skull. As the moments passed, the pulsation grew faster and faster, the glow brighter and brighter, until it was hard to see even a gap in the light's life as he illuminated the entire stockroom with a sickly, blinding green light.
Yet still it increased.
He let out a blood curdling scream that tore his throat and came from the very depths of his boiling soul. His body glowed so intensely that it seemed as if he was a figure of pure, green light. A figure that began to tremble, his head vibrating until suddenly it split in two. The light that emanated from him turned pure white and expanded rapidly, it roared out of him with such unyielding force that it tore apart everything that stood in its way. It ripped through the walls of the store and travelled for miles, burning everything in its path with righteous fury as if the very state of the world offended it and the light wanted it gone!
Those closest to the store were simply incinerated. Turned to ash and thrown to the side so fast and with such force, that nearby surfaces that still stood would hold the final image of the unfortunate souls.
Or perhaps, they were the fortunate ones. For those further away were still burned quickly, but not quick enough to save them from the pain of the lights' judgement. Others, those who simply witnessed the lights glorious ascendance were blinded by its magnificence. But how could they have a chance to look away when the event only lasted but a few dreadful moments.
Anyone outside of the dangerous radius simply felt a powerful wind and heard a deep, rumbling boom. In the distance, all they would be able to see was the rising mushroom shaped cloud of the man who went nuclear.
***
After five minutes of mental anguish, they were finally spared as the alarm cut out. Then, a few moments later the same voice resounded in the minds of every living being. Not the voice of their individual guides, but the cold and emotionless voice of the one only known as Mother.
[Due to unforeseen elements, a critical flaw has occurred with the injection of new elements into your planet. Although we are not allowed to report the exact details of the incident, it has caused a chain reaction that will, within the span of 4 days, shut down all advanced technology within your civilization. Whether these devices will regain functionality is currently unknown.
We apologise for the inconvenience this may cause. After consideration, I have allowed the guides of the sentient species to give them a one time special item as they are the most affected by this incident.
Choose Wisely. Good Luck.]