Vantini's impatience got the best of him. He rose to his feet. Time to make this a little more interesting, he thought.
Bending at the knees, he placed his right index finger on the ground. No visible incantation necessary, he, silently, went through a series of complicated intonments. His eyes were still rolled back when a tiny break in the surface appeared.
Several seconds later, he sat back down and waited, exhausted.
Under the surface, an inky black tendril made it's way towards the companions. Breaking a path in the earth as it traveled underground to the place selected by Vantini. A small hole appeared in the ground in an alley. Ebony blackness escaped from the hole, pooling on the ground like liquid.
The pool was still for a moment, but then subtle movement could be seen in the form of a ripple. The ripple increased to a boil.
Soon, a form began to rise, only falling back again into boiling black liquid. Fighting to escape, the humanoid form finally broke free, rising to a standing position. Leaving none of the pool behind, using it all to build itself.
Hands and fingers unnecassary for it's destructive function, the bleckteth's four, arm-like, appendages formed into pointed, razor sided blades made of itself.
Death appeared in the hole that was the deep blackness of it's visage. Capable of free thought, the bleckteth moved to stalk Justice and company, wearing silence like a birthright.