Erikson's eyes lit up with interest. The slipper might look simple, but he'd learned that in Noah's Shore, simple usually meant secretly terrifying.
"Let me try," he said with characteristic confidence, reaching for it.
Noah hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and passed it over.
BOOM!
The instant the slipper left Noah's hand, it dropped like a collapsing star. Erikson's hands, which had confidently reached to catch it, were suddenly pressed downward with force that cracked the sand beneath them. His expression shifted from confidence to shock to strain as he fought to hold something that apparently weighed more than mountains.
Noah quickly intervened, taking the slipper back before it could actually crush Erikson's hands into conceptual paste.
"Like I said," Noah said, storing the artifact again, "too much for now."
Erikson flexed his fingers, making sure they still existed in all the proper dimensions. "What the hell is that thing?"
