As she opened her eyes to the same hospital room, Ivan woke up still feeling exhausted. The weight of Batsheva's decision to reveal herself as the prophet made no sense to Ivan. Perhaps transmigrating human consciousness into the fourth dimension was inevitable, as it was the only path to give humanity a chance to fight against divine judgment, she pondered.
More importantly, she also began to doubt me now, as if I was the one who allowed Batsheva to become the sacrifice, which wasn't true as I had no power over her decision. There were so many things that I still didn't know; it would be foolish of me to think that I was more powerful than Genie when in terms of knowledge, power, influence, and insight, he was obviously a hundred times better than me.
