I inhaled slowly and stepped forward, boots scraping lightly against the dirt arena floor. The black glob rested on the ground in front of Professor Veyra, shifting faintly like thick oil.
I bent down and grabbed it. At first, nothing happened. Then the thing suddenly crawled across my hand.
I nearly dropped it.
The black substance moved rapidly up my wrist, around my forearm, then across my shoulder before sliding back down into my palm again. It twisted violently, as if struggling to decide what shape to take.
Then it transformed.
A massive greatsword appeared in my hands.
The sheer weight caught me off guard instantly. My arms dropped and the blade tilted sideways, its edge slamming against the dirt with a heavy thud.
Before I could even react properly, the weapon melted apart again. This time it became a staff. I barely managed to hold it upright before it shifted again. A dagger.
