ESCAPING

"Huh? How did you know that, master???"

Jorah inquired with his whiskers twitching at both sides due to his utter confusion.

It was not that he suspected that his master was trying to bluff in anyway, but it was just that as far as he knew, his master did not have any foretelling ability.

Yes, he was indeed a capable warlock, maybe even unmatched among his peers, but if his memory was not failing him yet, during his years of living with Eugene, the talking tomcat also never heard of the other party having a premonition before.

However, Eugene no longer had time to explain to his cat so instead of giving light to Jorah's doubt, Eugene only beckoned to him to make some haste.

"I also don't know how I just knew. Quick! We have to go save her."

And without wasting another minute of their time, Eugene readied his wand and ran outside. His cat, Jorah, naturally followed behind him.

Meanwhile, the sky grew darker; the wind blew colder and raindrops started to fall as though the clouds itself