A knowing smile grew on my face, which made them return confused looks. "Not for long," I said confidently. I then pressed the other button on the console. The tank began to illuminate with magic, filling the entire tank with pure aetheric magic from Avalon. The soul retreated from the wall once it began to light up, but it quickly moved to the center as the magic got closer. Eventually it had no where to go and Voldemort’s face appearing as it screamed bloody murder. I had to cover my ears, as did my two Inner Circle members. As the blue magic started to turn white, the soul was starting to crackle and evaporate with the intense magic attacking it. With one last retreating scream, the soul was no more.