World's resistance

The ground shook violently as the lights flickered in cars, lampposts, and buildings. Engines faltered, and vehicles veered where they weren't supposed to on the abruptly uneven surfaces beneath their tires, and the systems to stabilize and control them failed. Drivers either crashed hard into one another, or slammed into the ground as they kicked their doors open and dove for the relative safety of the concrete. The sun seemed to dim for a moment as the clouds in the atmosphere darkened and turned, being pulled into the distance faster than anyone had ever seen them move before.

Far in the distance, the ground was erupting, opening up and launching shattered crust into the air to crash into the ocean miles away. Tidal waves made by the falling stones rose high into the air, launching out rapidly towards land miles away. It would be an hour before any of them struck, but then they did, they would wash away civilization so quickly no one would have known it had been there in the first place.

In the meantime, people stood up from the pavement only to be blinded by a brilliant light that came not from the heavens, but the horizon. From the hole it was tearing above its head, a massive diamond hand stretched out from the depths of the earth and crushed the rock beneath its fist, the dim light coming from the sky filtering through its fibers and magnifying before splitting out across the surface of the planet. As it crawled forth, the light only became brighter, stretching and polarizing further throughout its body until it was powerful enough to cover the far reaches of the planet.

The people stumbled, trying to recover their sight, when the ear splitting roar knocked them to their knees. It was unlike anything they had ever heard before, and could only be described as the rage of the very planet itself against the travesties they had committed. It struck against them repeatedly, coming in waves that blew them harder and harder into the ground until there was not a single person remaining on their feet.

The diamond creature stomped its way onto the surface for the first time. It had been grown and cultivated for thousands of years just below the surface of the earth, and seeing what it had believed to be a paradise above ground to be desolate and marred by hideous manmade constructions infuriated it. It would not have this. It would wipe the world clean and give it rebirth, to be more. As it had started as a single, dark stone to be crushed and solidified and grown over millennia, so to would its new home. It would breath life into a dying planet. Whether that planet liked it or not.