The massive entity that seemed to be connected to the ceiling by a series of veiny roots was still just as terrifying when they saw it for a second time.
In Atlas' mind, as they'd approached the trial in an order that he thought was correct, the eye would be different from the last time. He assumed that it would be hostile at the very least.
The only indication from the eye that they did the trials in the correct order was the fact that it acknowledged them. It was no longer a statuesque being, but a real, living, writhing eye that was horrid to look at.
"Um…are we supposed to be doing something?"
Horus didn't want to question Atlas as the other man was making it clear that he wasn't going to say anything.
He was more worried about his condition than he should've been. The fact that there was "hidden power" in his body and that the force would not respond to him didn't make him happy at all.
