The Revenant is frozen in place and ripe for slaughter but, primed as she is to slay it, Galadriel lacks the time. The rift beyond is brilliant green and pulls at the mark in her hand and, if the sidelong glance Kirk has given her means anything, her assistance will most certainly be required. Fortunately, for the both of them, Galadriel was well-versed in giving instruction for this particular task.

"Korrin, the wraith is yours!" Galadriel calls as she moves away from the Revenant and toward the rift. The Vashoth mage is nothing if not powerful enough to rend these creatures into pieces, she will trust the action done and focus all her attention on this task.

"Use the power of the mark, reach through it and draw it in on itself; fold the veil and it shall close!" Galadriel calls to Kirk as she throws her own hand in the air and, with a snapping crack of green power, takes hold of the edge of the rift. The light that joins their hands to the tear in the veil snaps tight and grows brighter as she forces her will into it.

"Pull with me and it will collapse!"