Xander stared intently at the flute. He knew that even for an experienced Dreamwalker like him, handling a relic boasting such incredible power could prove to be too much of a challenge.
The winds kept howling through the shattered window panes, scattering snow everywhere. Xander didn't have the luxury of taking his time and consulting Leena about the relic. He knew he had to deal with the Frost Phoenixes right now, or the blizzard would freeze everyone to death.
With his heart racing inside his chest, Xander lifted the flute with trembling fingers and gently held it in front of his mouth. As his dry, cracked lips touched the lip plate, he felt a tingling sensation and a soft, soothing warmth washed over him.
Xander now realized how the Mentalist had managed to remain unaffected by the blizzard. The relic's divine aura warded off the cold even as the snowy winds buffeted his face relentlessly.
