First Real Appearance: The "re-emergence" of The Serpent Crown
After Destine is defeated, Namor takes the "Helmet of Power" to Atlantis. The power of the Crown manages to overcome the Ancient's protective casing, revealing its true form and allowing Set to once again convey its influence through it. This story is the first true, revealed appearance of the Crown, though it had appeared in disguised form previously and some later appearances are set chronologically before this one.
The Crown initially takes over the mind of Namor's consort, Lady Dorma, and through her the entire population of Atlantis fell under its control. Namor then dons the helmet himself and through the strength of his will subverts the influence of Set, thus freeing his people.
The Crown is stolen and returned by Lemurian agents to the possession of Naga, who it is revealed has remained immortal despite his loss of the Crown centuries earlier. Namor attempts to reclaim the Crown, and both Naga and the crown are cast into an undersea chasm and thought dead and destroyed.
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