There was no sound when It happened.
No alarms, no fanfare;
The gates of heaven and Hell didn't open up, neither angels nor devils spilled onto this mortal plane.
But everyone felt it.
How could you not? When the entire world is suddenly turned upon its head, all at once, it's impossible not to notice.
When factions no one has ever heard of, and ones that no one ever even knew existed, suddenly pop up all at once, and begin fighting themselves and each other in equal measure, everyone takes notice.
No one ever cared to stop, and think about what we could learn from It, or that maybe, just maybe, It actually did some good. It was just so much easier to pick up our long-lain swords, and begin fighting over the bad. And it was even easier, now that It had given us new blades to hurl at one another.
If I had had the time to think, I bet I would've thought it sad that the walls we had finally torn down were rebuilt so easily. But I didn't. After all, I too had noticed. And I too now had swords, old and new, thrown at my feet.
And it saddens me to say that I wielded them with a fervor that I would never hold again.