While I’m thinking on it...

The Dream is the same. The land burning, the Seer facing down the Lover. The Seer has been pushed to her limits, for there are few things that can stand in the face of anger fueled by grief. She feels the rage of the Lover, feeling it as surely as a Heartmender would, but she is unable to release it. Her wings shredded, tears falling unending, she too will fall.

And that is how the world ends.

— Silverleaf, Cervyderian Shaman

Another snippet from upcoming things.