"Horus…"
It had been some time since the last time Atlas saw the bird-headed genius, but it definitely wasn't a coincidence that they met here.
'After seeing his performance in the trial of wood, I was already certain that he would make it far.'
Compared to someone like Akia, Horus still had more talent. On top of that, Horus knew how to think things through before he did them. This was a trait that was bound to carry him far in life.
Only, something told Atlas that the Horus in front of him was different from the one he traveled with.
"Are you not going to speak?"
He approached slowly. Despite Horus being a familiar face, Atlas still put his guard up. He was not just being careful. No, from the moment he noticed that only he and Horus were in this room, he was expecting a battle.
Horus' behavior only made him more certain.
His face was stern. His eyes did not recognize Atlas as a friend or an associate, but instead as a target.
