Eowyn's crimson eyes scanned the area intensely, each detail sharper than ever before, but something about the 5th section of the Deadlands felt off. It was different from what he'd studied, different from what he'd mapped himself. The natural energy around the land seemed too precise, too controlled. The flow was unnaturally perfect, an eerie sense of artificiality creeping into his gut.
"What the hell did you drink? Look at you—your eyes are fucking disgusting," Galadriel snapped, her face twisted in disgust as she observed Eowyn's transformation.