Meanwhile,
The uneasy feeling was only increasing and it caused the dean to get more and more anxious. The grip on his scythe to the point that his knuckles had turned white.
"Sighh, Amanda please come here," the dean lightly called out.
Amanda turned and froze, the dean's expression wasn't any good. She could clearly feel the unease on his face, not to mention him sweating head to toe.
Carefully putting the cat down, she walked towards the Dean and asked, "Everything good?"
"No, I feel a premonition," the dean answered.
"What kind of premonition?" Amanda asked, raising an eye brow as she knew of these premonitions the dean had. After all, the dean was the Lord Of Souls and was closely related to death as well and hence, his premonitions weren't just to be glossed over. They were closely related to fate and would mostly turn out to be true.
