The instant Vi’s hand made contact with the floor of Malfoy manor’s study, her power flared violently to life. Ryoshi had broken the manor’s wards but not completely, which was why he couldn’t move very much. She stood and drew her power up with her. She began writing ancient wards with her magic and repairing and replacing the wards Ryoshi had broken. She felt more than saw him bare his teeth in a snarl.

“Struggle all you want Ryoshi but your struggles are pointless,” she hissed under her breath. “Moreover, you will never be powerful enough to hurt me and mine ever again.”

She took a deep breath and began to speak in the ancient language of magic herself.

“While I live and breathe, you will never reach your heart’s desire. The more you reach for power that is not yours, the older and weaker you will become. Should you come after what’s mine, your magic is forfeit. Know that no cage can ever hold me and no magic can bind me ever again. Try and your magic will turn on you. As I will it, so mote it be.”

The air around her shimmered with magic. As suddenly as the shimmer had appeared, it vanished. Vi smiled venomously at Ryoshi’s agonized scream before everything went dark.