Solomon paid no attention to Hawkman's complicated gaze. His eyes fell directly on the golden helmet cradled in Kent Nelson's arms.
Seeing this, Doctor Fate did not hold anything back.
He openly offered the Helmet of Nabu, which radiated a soft golden glow, to Solomon and explained slowly:
"The Helmet of Nabu, the supreme divine artifact of Nabu, the God of Order. Or, more precisely... it is Nabu himself. The power of Nabu's true form is too vast and violent for his physical body to remain in the material world for long, so he sealed his spirit and will inside this helmet. People believe the helmet chooses its master, but in truth, it is merely Nabu seeking an agent to walk among mortals."
At these words, Solomon's pupils contracted slightly, and an unusual look flashed in his eyes.
A whole god lived inside the helmet?
His spirit was in the helmet, and putting it on let you use its magic. Why did that sound a little familiar?
Were there any side effects, too?
Like losing your memories or something?
Solomon fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and slowly pushed back the divine helmet with its alluring magical glow.
Gods were far too murky a business.
A Sea God had nearly killed him before, and this God of Order sounded incredibly powerful. He had no desire to expose his mind to him just for a little extra power.
"A god's agent? I'll pass. I prefer keeping my life in my own hands."
Solomon withdrew his hand and gave Kent a meaningful look.
"But... what exactly did you see in the river of fate while wearing the helmet?"
Kent Nelson had clearly anticipated Solomon's refusal. Smiling, he cradled the helmet against his chest again and gently shook his head.