She had her suspicions as to who, or what, had written this book. It was treading into dangerous territory… but what good was immortality if you didn't push the limits every now and again? "There may be a way to find that mind. But I will worry about that only if I hit a wall. And I think once I figure this out, I can accelerate my reading," she said, a confident smile crossing her face. There was enthusiasm in her voice too, showing the sense of impatience that had finally worked through her calm demeanor.
Her face fell a little when he told her that the ideal test subjects had already been disposed of. But that wasn't too much of an issue. But her eyes lit again when there were other humans down there, and Amaya nodded. "Come on, I would like you to see this," she said. The book was left behind, the incantations having been committed to her memory already. The halls were still quiet, and Amaya added no noise to the silence. There was a trio of human cowering in the second cell, perfect for what she wanted. Her voice was soft when she spoke to them. "Now, now. You shouldn't be afraid me. I won't be hurting you," Amaya said, though she knew her cold smile was unsettling. At least she wasn't lying to them.
A barrier shimmered into existence around the humans, grays and blues swirling around them like mist. They cowered further into the corner, but Amaya ignored them, and started her incantation. The words tasted foreign to her, but she had heard it spoken enough to enunciate clearly for the spell. And from her words, shadowy forms were creeping from the corners. They looked at her, then at the terrified prisoners under the protective spell. They started stalking around the prisoners, who somehow huddled closer together. "It worked!" Amaya said, clearly proud of herself. Then her smiled turned from cold to cruel as she dropped the protective spell. The specters didn't even hesitate.
While they were busy with their victims, Amaya raised the barrier again, containing the specters so that her brother could observe them. "Well, that was easier than I expected. What do you think?" she asked, once the screams had quieted.