It takes her a few moments to remember the correct sequence, and there's a moment of tense anticipation, before the doors slowly slide open, revealing a pitch black hallway, beyond.<br/><br/>As they enter, the door swings silently shut, behind them, sealing them in the perfect darkness. Advancing forward about fifty feet, there is a sudden sensation of rushing wind, and a strong tingle of magic (Any active spells, except the succubus' gift, are dispelled).<br/><br/>A short distance further, and a pair of crystals along the walls, about twenty feet apart, flare into a soft, purple light. The room they've entered is round, with five vaulted archways leading out of the room, as well as the one they entered from. At the center of the room, a thin, fragile-looking humanoid shaped construct stands, its body looking to be fairly light and insubstantial, with a porcelain mask for a face. A voice emanates from the mask, as it turns to face her; pleasant, with an even, clearly artificial tone. "Greetings, Royal Princess. It has been one hundred and seventy-five thousand, four hundred and thirty six days since the last visit to this vault. Are these accompanying you friendly, or shall I eject them, contain them, or execute them?"<br/><br/>If Amara looks behind her, she will see that both women are frozen in place, eyes wide, and unable to move.