In a dust filled hallway, there was nothing to hear. It had been countless years since any sapient race had set foot in this place. A door slightly glowing. Leaves blown in by the occasional storm. Dust on every tile, caked on by beautiful tapestry made threadbare by time, dirt, and rodent dander. One perpetrator, and perhaps custodian to the structure pushed through the dust making small tracks on it’s way to scavenge for food.

The light brown creature, with it’s cheeks stuffed with berries it had found in a garden, scampered down the hallway beelining towards a room full of glass jars. It’s mother had shown her this place, the walls were lined with jars of wax, once used as candles to scent rooms. They were not nutritious, but they were an odorous and tasty dessert. 

Climbing up to a shelf the mouse looked around for a jar with yellow or orange wax, it had taken a liking to the citrus flavors. Spotting it 3 shelves up, the mouse clambers up and begins looking for a clear running path to knock it down. Moving a few inches to the left it takes another quick glance around before beginning it’s run. From a trot to a full dead sprint, the mouse jumps and tucks itself into a ball before casting [stoneskin] cracking the jar and sending it into another jar before it falls to the floor.

The mouse excitedly climbs down for it’s sour treat, completely unaware of the jar above rocking and falling on it’s side. Normally this jar would not have caused the damage it did, but even the ironwood shelf was laid low by time. Slight cracks grew to splinters and soon all the shelves in the room were crashing down around the mouse eating orange flavored wax. The mouse, startled, runs out of the room back to safety. The vibrations of the dense ironwood shelves caused a tapestry on the wall hanging on one end by a hook and mere individual fibers to snap and swing, hitting a glowing door. 

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It was unfortunate for the little citrus loving brown mouse, the fastest path back home led her past the glowing door. In the few moments as the door was blowing outward, the mouse had wished she had time to show her pups the wax room. She was vaporized in an instant.

Raw mana blew out from the doorway, blasting out primal forces that had been suppressed for eons. Hundreds of miles around fauna felt dread as they saw a wall of magic rushing at them faster than they could run.

In a mansion on the coast of that continent a golem core was jolted awake. The steel suit of armor it had used as a body had rusted and disintegrated into a pile of rust that it now lay in.

As the waves traveled across the planet people appeared out of nowhere. Some had been in the middle of speaking, others slept, some had been sitting, those unfortunate few, fell on their tailbones and squirmed on the ground.

Immortals and dark beings woke or turned their heads as they felt the density of magic rose.

Hundreds of latent mages were forcefully awakened to their abilities unable to control their abilities, injuries and casualties ensued.