Castiel soared through the sky, wind whipping at his face. He twisted and turned in the air, feeling a strange sense of lightness in his body. The taste of fish still lingered from his last meal.
His destination: the next volcano. It had to be somewhere west, according to the map he'd checked earlier.
After flying for hours, Castiel finally spotted it—a smaller, less intimidating volcano, dormant and covered in overgrowth. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he flew closer. He didn't know why, but something felt off. Ignoring the unease, he began his descent, aiming to land near the crater.
Just as he was about to touch down, a sudden force yanked him from the sky.
"What the hell?!"
Castiel slammed into the ground, his body pinned down by an unseen pressure. He gritted his teeth, straining to move.
[Master, be cautious. This is unusual.]
