Vision of the Weavers of Death

"The vision is as such: You're back in the past. The Dragonkin are spilling into every street and alley like an erupting lava flow barreling down the side of the mountain, destroying everything in their path. They're coming right for you, hundreds of them, charging on all fours down the street, frothing at the mouth, screaming roars which unnerve you. Then a single Sedashan Mages steps in front of you to meet the charging hoard. She is lithe, but eight feet tall. Her robes white with a floral pattern and are loose and silken, fabric hanging several feet under her arms. She summons two long whips of white, crackling lightning and begins a spinning dance which is accentuated by her flowing, silken robe. She crashes into the charging Dragonkin and each creature that touches her whips is struck by the white lightning and bursts into a cloud of red mist. The mist then conducts the electrical charge on wards which lashes out at yet more Dragonkin which then too turn to mist which then conducts yet more white lightning. In a matter of seconds hundreds are dead but thousands more press behind them. The woman and the ground are painted entirely red. Slowly, the line of snapping jaws and fiery blasts draws closer to her. She just can't kill fast enough. Then the mage is overtaken, ripped to shreds in an instant as they finally reach her. Thousands dead to kill one Sedashan Mages. Then it all goes away and you're back in the ravine, in present day." - from the journal of Feye Lyne.