Wasn't it a bit too much to show them an image of a clock before they entered the trial? They already knew where the secret would be hidden, so the entire challenge became meaningless, right?
It was understandable to think so until one truly entered the trial room.
The first detail that both Atlas and Horus realized was that there were no clocks in this room.
Rather, was there anything?
They found themselves in a small study belonging to someone who was clearly a scholar. The several desks, walls, and even the floor were covered in countless papers that were covered in scribbles of a language that Atlas didn't know.
The person who owned this place was clearly engrossed in his research, but for that very reason, he did not keep a clock in the room. Time was his enemy. He refused to acknowledge his presence as he delved deeper and deeper into his studies.
"What are we supposed to do?"