Yanael's weapon left streaks of gold like a brush using molten gold as ink when she slashed open the Kraken's back. It was the same technique Black had used against Zach's barrier. The wave-like energy moved through the air a step behind the sword and hit the Kraken's flesh like a second weapon, cutting and slashing deeper than her weapon.
Black stared at Yanael in disbelief and confusion.
There was no way anyone but him and his father knew that technique, much less the familiar of a stranger from far as fuck away. It couldn't be a coincidence, either, since his father had made that technique.
The only possible explanation was that the angel had learned it after looking at it once.
Black's jaw hung open as he came to the realization.
It was demoralizing. It was a punch to his gut.
