Eager to assist the struggling Milynn, angels brought her new compositions in the hopes of inspiring her. And inspired she was. Milynn plucked the harp strings and sang with a passion never before witnessed. Her sublime performance summoned raging winds and black clouds that swept across the sky at alarming speed. As she poured out her frustrations in a stormy deluge of notes, the weather below mirrored her intensity. The humans cowered in terror, fearing that they would be carried away by the floodwaters... But their fears were unfounded. For Milynn's storm had rid the land of all impurities, and the mortals had their richest harvest in years.