Kamal had taken Solar clone with him because he wanted to talk about the his doubts.
As they walked through one of the quieter corridors of the underground palace, Kamal finally voiced the doubts piled up in his heart. "Where is the source of this electricity? How did you get all this luxury furniture?" His tone was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
Kamal didn't question the existence of the fortress itself. In his mind, Ankit and his clones had simply used their terrifying physical strength to dig and build it over long, exhausting months. What truly bothered him was money and law.
How could Ankit afford continuous electricity in a place this huge? How could he buy so many high-end sofas, beds, TVs, and appliances?
A cold thought pressed at the back of his mind: Is he stealing power? Did he steal these things?
If Ankit had really turned to theft, Kamal had already decided he would drag his son back by the ear and make him return everything, no matter how powerful Ankit had become.
Solar clone noticed the suspicion in his father's gaze, the way Kamal's fists unconsciously clenched and relaxed.
Instead of getting offended, he smiled faintly. "Dad, for your first question, follow me," he said.
With a light wave of his hand, a gust of controlled wind spiralled up from the floor.
The air thickened into several invisible wind puppets that gently lifted both of them.
Kamal wanted answers, so he followed Solar clone without another word. They descended through the familiar corridor until they reached the heavy door at the lowest level of the fortress.
Kamal had been here once during the first tour, but back then Solar clone had simply said, "This is the basement, you don't need to visit here," and led them away.
Now, that same door stood in front of him, cold and silent.
He shot a questioning look at Solar clone. In response, Solar clone simply lifted his hand. The the basement door slid open with a deep rumble.
The instant the gap widened, Kamal's eyes were blinded by a surge of purple‑blue light. At the center of the chamber floated a colossal sun of crackling lightning, its surface boiling with arcs of electric current.
It was far larger than all the red suns hanging in the fortress ceilings combined. Countless metal rods, thick wires, and conduits extended outward from the blazing core, vanishing into the walls and ceiling like roots from a world‑tree of thunder.
Kamal subconsciously held his breath. Just from the doorway, he could feel the hair on his arms rise, his instincts screaming at him not to go any closer.
Yet as he stared at that terrifying sun, understanding dawned. There was no way someone who had this kind of independent power source would need to steal electricity from the government.
"So this is the source," he muttered, taking a hurried step back. "I knew my son is not a thief. Fine, this answers the electricity. Now tell me about the luxury furniture."
Solar clone noticed the slight tremble in his father's fingers but politely pretended not to.
He closed the basement door, cutting off the oppressive glow. "For your second question, let's go to the surface," he said.
With a casual motion, he summoned a rounded stone platform beneath their feet.
The ground rose smoothly, carrying both of them upward like an elevator until they emerged near the location of their previous hut on the surface.
There, under the open sky and surrounded by trees, Solar clone raised his hand again. Using Arborforge Symphony, he sent invisible threads of force sweeping through the nearby grove.
Several trees were cut cleanly, bark and branches peeling and reshaping midair. In the span of a few breaths, rough logs turned into polished planks; joints slotted together with impossible precision; patterns flowed across the wood like growing vines.
Before Kamal's eyes, a set of luxurious table and chairs assembled itself, landing gently on the ground as if it had always been there.
Kamal stared, speechless. His earlier suspicions crumbled. With power like this, why would Ankit ever need to steal a single chair?
His imagination simply couldn't stretch far enough to measure his son's current abilities.
He lifted a hand, stopping Solar clone before he created anything more. "Enough… I understand. My son would never do illegal things. Let's go back."
Solar clone complied at once, forming circular stone platform, transport to take them back underground. As they travelled, the silence between them grew comfortable.
Then, halfway down, Kamal suddenly spoke. "By the way, what is the name of our fortress? You never told me."
Solar clone froze for a heartbeat, then gave an awkward smile. "I… didn't think of one yet. Dad, you name it."
Kamal clicked his tongue, amused. "Tsk, tsk. You just don't want to name it because of your terrible naming sense. I understand."
He folded his arms and looked ahead into the darkness, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The name… let me think… ah."
His gaze softened as images of his family living safely in that colossal underground palace flashed through his mind. "Let's name it…Deep Haven Fortress".