Chapter 132

Moreover, the troubling detail was that this occurrence hadn't been a mere figment of my imagination—it had unfolded while I was wide awake, still seated in the courtroom. Yet, I had undeniably slipped into a type of subconscious realm; that was the only way I could articulate what I had felt at that moment.

This could not have been a mere coincidence. Much like the vivid dream where Bell had implored me to take action, an urgent plea for me to come to their aid, I could feel that same life-threatening urgency settle into my bones once again, and it terrified me to my core.

If I recalled correctly, however, trusting these so-called 'messages' had not led to favorable outcomes; it was those very instincts that had led us down the perilous path of capture, imprisonment, and the looming threat of facing trials that could lead to death.

Thus, I couldn't say I was particularly fond of these emerging visions slashing through my consciousness, compelling me to act upon t