In truth, the helmet did not look importantly differently to Isopia than when she had begun. This purification process, while making the enchanted helmet look a great deal cleaner, did not actually appear to be doing anything to the item. It worked just the same as it had when she had decided on its enchantments (she had checked), and so despite the fact that she was following her Father's instructions to the letter (and then some), she was concerned that nothing was actually happening.
>>Maybe just a task.<< Hubris had suggested, holding the stick bathed in fire in one of his ice-covered hands. Isopia considered this, and, after only a moment's thought, decided that yes, he was probably right. She very much doubted that the Gods - that any of htem - actually required assistance to do the things of which they were asked, or summoned. Did the God of the Earth really need the helmet cleansed? Maybe, but certainly he could do it himself. Surely this was just penance for the mistake that she had made.
The demi-goddess found this conclusion both annoying and amusing at the same time.
"Alright. Last time Hubris." She said, and the bronze dragon nodded. He reached forward, touching the fire to the helmet and, for the third time, it began to glow and blaze as the flames from the Dragon's Throat slowly enveloped it.
Watching it, Isopia took a breath, waiting for the flames to gradually die out.
ISOPIA
IN REALITY'S SHADOW THE BLIND SEE BEST
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