Fletcher frowned. "So does that mean I'm manipulating the top layer? Moving it around and stuff?" He paused, trying to wrap his mind around the new idea, trying to figure out if that's what teleportation actually felt like. "But I'm the one moving through space. I'm not moving the Earth under me or anything."

If he actually thought about it too long, Fletcher would have been slightly unnerved by the fact that an Archangel was explaining his own power to him, on top of how angels worked. But the teenager wasn't thinking about it too long. Being the last Teleporter was cool and all, but Fletcher couldn't deny that over the last year, being forced to work with other sorcerers had made him regret that there wasn't anyone around to teach him how things worked. As long as he didn't think too hard about the teacher, Fletcher was strangely happy to learn from him.

The Teleporter hadn't really thought too hard about what Gabriel was from the beginning. Things just seemed easier that way. Excessive worrying was for other people.

Valkyrie was, once again, twisting around in her seat. "Are you saying the suit is basically a really good illusion?"