But what the typhoon's pride didn't let him realize is that he was wrecking everything around him and his enemies kept laughing at him as his winds kept getting filled with all that trash. As he got tainted.

The typhoon could no longer tell friend from foe and when someone spoke against his wrecking he considered them foes. He couldn't even see those that used him at convenience. The pride was too much, and the typhoon couldn't see it.

Blinded, he thought he could go past the mountains.

And in his attempts, the typhoon lost his strength and in time became just a simple wind... but the pride never disappeared and the grudge remained...

The typhoon became a whistle, the very same thing he mocked others to be... sad end for the typhoon because great things he would have accomplished if he had only listened to the voice of reason.