Bartuc retrieved the fallen books one by one, careful not to have a stray spark catch them lest they ignite and ruin the contents forever. He was methodical in the search of the room, the grim sight of the experiments was appalling but had lost its shock value after so many dead enemies had been imprinted to his mind. 
Bartuc leaned down and inspected one of the circles, but he had no real skill at any kind if magic beyond fire go boom and enemies feel doom. But there was a familiar aspect to these things. 

"Ruinil, the circles have writings similar to the ones we used. Bonding. But it is warped, so maybe they are trying to create fusions or even equip them with plating? ." He handed over the books and waited for a development he could not provide to the situation.