As Kit and Castiel walked the rocky path to Curse Mine, an uneasy feeling grew. The wind whistled through the trees, carrying a faint scent of decay and something unsettling. The overcast sky cast a gray light over the landscape, and shadows flickered at the edges of their vision.
Kit's sharp senses picked up on something unusual. Her ears twitched, and her eyes darted through the dense foliage that seemed to crowd in on the narrow path they were following.
"Master, someone is following us," Kit whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. Her eyes scanned the underbrush, alert for any movement.
Castiel nodded, his expression calm but alert. His senses weren't as sharp as Kit's, but he trusted her instincts implicitly. With a swift motion, he used his Infinite Creation Magic to conjure a sturdy, gleaming sword, which he handed to Kit.
"Use this," he said, his tone steady and reassuring.
