It aches, the wash of that spell. Invisible fingers reaching in deep and yanking on her very bones, dragging breath and blood and again staggering Adelaide for the moment it takes her to find the right Wraith, find the right path and incantation, jaw grit tight against the sudden wave of exhaustion. Compassion still gone, flitting about on the other side of the Veil but this much she might manage on her own. Spite and will twist together as Adelaide snaps out a quick dispelling, pointed and concentrated on the Wraith that's bound to her by wisps of green power and her own energy.

Whether it hits and succeeds or sputters out does not matter. Vengeance speaks. Vengeance demands they flee. Adelaide has had, quite frankly, more than enough of putting up with what this entity wants.

"Vengeance has had more than its due- or were you so wronged by every innocent life lost in Kirkwall? When will they have their revenge for what you did?" Anger coils sharp and cold, cutting through the pain, frost coiling along her skin, fogging her breath. Ice crackles and spins between her hand and the head of her staff, condensing like winter's fog. "I am not abandoning them- least of all now that they are finally free of you!"

Adelaide snaps out her staff, sending the glittering shards of her concentrated blizzard directly at Vengeance. Merrill is right- if this is to end? They must kill him first.