Benjamin had begun to rub his eyes with the heel of one hand.
The motion was slow and clumsy, his coordination dulled by the drain.
Internally, he cursed Sys and wondered, with a tired kind of unease, what monstrous weapon the katana would become with so much magic packed into it.
The blade did not feel like a finished object. It felt like something that had only just opened its eyes. Something that was still waking up.
{It has a resistant effect to magical attacks, and it can keep growing on its own.}
[Yes, yes, kick me when I'm down.]
"Eep!" Katana yelped as the sword changed in her hands.
The sound was small and startled — more surprise than fear.
From the normal curved katana, it elongated in one smooth motion.
The blade stretched and straightened, becoming a straight sword, still possessing the same dark metal, the same thin gold lines, the same quiet sense of a person standing in the room with them.
