Chapter 39

The forest teemed with life, its ancient trees towering overhead, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor. It was in this mystical realm that Nitish, armed with his newfound gravitational force fields, encountered the goblin army—an unruly horde known for their savagery and crude tactics.

As Nitish stepped forward, a ripple of anticipation coursed through the goblin ranks. Their beady eyes widened with curiosity and malice, their weapons held aloft in a display of defiance. They underestimated the power that Nitish possessed, blinded by their own arrogance.

With a surge of energy, Nitish activated his gravitational force fields. The minute spherical particles, shimmering with power, materialized around him. They hummed with an otherworldly energy, ready to be unleashed upon the goblin horde.

A wicked grin curved Nitish's lips as he directed his power towards the goblins. The spherical particles shot forth with incredible speed, guided by his intent. They danced through the air, their trajectory precise and their aim unerring.

The goblins, caught off guard by this unfamiliar force, scrambled to defend themselves. They swung their crude weapons and hurled insults at Nitish, hoping to intimidate him into retreat. But their efforts were in vain. Nitish was a force to be reckoned with, armed not only with intellect but also with the power to manipulate gravity itself.

The spherical particles, infused with the power of gravity, homed in on their targets with deadly accuracy. They defied the goblins' feeble attempts at evasion, zeroing in on vulnerable spots and striking true. The force of impact sent goblins flying through the air, their bodies colliding with trees and the forest floor.

Panic spread through the goblin ranks as their numbers dwindled. The once-boisterous horde was now in disarray, their morale shattered by Nitish's overwhelming power. The remaining goblins, their confidence shattered, began to retreat, their howls of defeat echoing through the forest.

But Nitish was relentless. He pursued the fleeing goblins, his gravitational force fields pulsating with power. He unleashed another barrage of attacks, sending the remaining goblins into a frenzied scramble. Their desperation was palpable, their survival instincts kicking into overdrive.

With each strike, Nitish's power grew stronger. He reveled in the exhilaration of battle, his movements fluid and precise. The forest bore witness to the clash between the calculated power of Nitish and the primal savagery of the goblin horde.

In the midst of the chaos, Nitish could see the fear etched upon the goblins' faces. They had underestimated him, thinking him to be just another enemy to be conquered. But Nitish had proven them wrong, unveiling a power that defied their understanding of warfare.

As the final goblin fell, the forest fell silent. Nitish stood amidst the remnants of the battle, his breath coming in labored gasps. He surveyed the scene—a battlefield strewn with defeated foes and broken weapons.

A surge of triumph coursed through Nitish's veins. He had demonstrated the might of his gravitational force fields, decimating the goblin horde with calculated precision. It was a testament to his mastery over gravity, a power that set him apart from ordinary warriors.

But as Nitish basked in his victory, he understood that this was just the beginning. His power had been tested and proven, but there were greater challenges on the horizon. The clash in the forest had served as a stepping stone, an opportunity to hone his skills and prepare for even greater battles to come.