The thunder and rain which soaked the soldiers was relentless. It never ceased to stop even as the people started to flee in retreat.
"In the end, some will still die" Samuel murmured to himself. The fleeing soldiers were trampling one another in the panic, causing many's fate to be sealed. Not just that, but some people continued to battle under the intense weather.
Samuel didn't know what drove these battle maniacs, but he soon left the battlefield and made his way towards the capital. He gave himself a short look over using a mirror of water and simply touched up his hair.
There was not a single drop of water on his body. The way he flew using the wind also had the side effect of making a simple barrier of wind. Spells and projectiles were guaranteed to make trouble for the simple barrier, but it was nothing Samuel couldn't just destroy beforehand, as he had already demonstrated.
