Then Rivan immediately shot into the sky, approaching Baskara.
"Heh... Kid, how dare you cause chaos in my house!" he shouted with a spiritual voice that echoed despite the dozens of meters between them.
Baskara only gave a crooked smile, then replied in a sarcastic tone,
"Of course, a house that oppresses its own child is no home... Therefore, I think I'm quite justified in causing chaos in a place like this."
Rivan snorted. "Arrogant brat! Before I beat you up, tell me—what business do you have here?"
Calmly and indifferently, Baskara answered,
"I'm here... to pick up my mother. She's being held by an old goat who shamelessly calls this place a home."
Rivan furrowed his brow. "Mother? What's your mother's name, huh?"
"Alright, old man... Listen carefully," Baskara replied while staring sharply. "My mother's name is Tirta. Remember that! Tirta is my mother! And whoever dares to bother her... come—face me!"
Baskara slowly raised his hand, then activated the Fifth Step of Tapak Geni.
In an instant, the sky changed. The air became unbearably hot. Trees began to dry out, some houses slowly caught fire.
A giant virtual hand, stretching hundreds of meters across the sky, formed perfectly with blazing flames on its surface. The technique could be seen from hundreds of kilometers away—as if fire from the heavens had descended to punish the earth.
Rivan, realizing the immense power, immediately activated the main protective formation of their grand house.
He created a bowl-shaped defense and hurled it into the sky, aiming directly at Baskara's Tapak Geni. The intention was clear—to push the technique upward so it wouldn't cause casualties.
The main building was now protected by a dual-layer formation. However, Rivan cursed inwardly, "Damn...!"
His eyes stared intently at the young man before him. That figure... looked too much like Tirta. It was like seeing her shadow in male form.
Rivan began to waver. Who really was this child's father? Did Tirta cheat on him? Had she been hiding this child from him all along?
Those questions struck his mind like a storm. And in his heart, emotion mixed with fear and rage he couldn't yet unravel.
Meanwhile, Baskara remained calmly afloat. His gaze indifferent, with no hint of savagery even though the sky seemed ready to collapse.
He didn't intend to destroy Rivan's residence, only to send a clear intimidation—a message that if his mother was pressured, he would not remain silent.
Baskara had calculated everything. He knew the main building was protected by a defensive formation, and also... there was someone behind the scenes watching his every move.
Boom!
The massive strike from the Fifth Step of Tapak Geni clashed directly with the protective formation created by Marvin.
A roaring sound shook the air, like two worlds colliding. The explosion shattered the silence, shaking both sky and earth.
In the sky above, clouds scattered at incredible speed, as if fleeing the power that had just been unleashed. Meanwhile, the winds born from that clash surged with immense force, spreading over hundreds of miles.
The Fifth Layer of Tapak Geni released waves of heat that swept through the air, turning the atmosphere extremely dry. The giant virtual hand that emerged in the sky with blazing flames above it looked as if it were embracing the world with fingers ready to destroy everything. Fire surged into the air, creating a burning trail, yet it was being held back by the formation protecting Rivan's residence.
Rivan's protective formation, made of spiritual energy, shot upward, directly touching the core of Tapak Geni. Even though it managed to withstand the attack, the formation was not strong enough to completely divert the strike. Instead, the tremendous explosion of power caused the formation to shake violently, cracking in several places. The reflected fire and energy slammed into the sky, creating fiery clouds that blazed and spun wildly, while the overwhelming power of the technique continued to spread outward, causing tremendous tremors.
Meanwhile, below—in the housing complex of Rivan's family—buildings within close radius only felt the fierce winds. Buildings shook violently, window glass cracked and shattered, doors creaked open and slammed shut under pressure from the wind, while several surrounding trees began to split or fall due to the powerful air waves.
However, the ground and buildings below remained intact, no fire burned because the technique's effects were focused more on the air and heat energy directed upward. The strong wind that surged at almost uncountable speed made the housing areas below barely able to withstand the shaking. Some weaker trees were destroyed by the exploding wind blast, and more fragile buildings began to crack in their wall structures and foundations.
Still, no fire burned the ground or houses directly—but the destruction from wind and air pressure was clearly felt.
Meanwhile, behind the formation, Rivan, who was watching with full confusion and worry, saw the effects brought on by this battle.
"Damn it!" Rivan cursed inwardly, growing angrier seeing Baskara's calm, indifferent figure even though the world around him was threatened with ruin. Marvin knew this wasn't just an ordinary battle. This was an assault far beyond their understanding. And now, he realized that Baskara—the son of Tirta—was no ordinary figure.
Seeing the violent collision between the fifth layer of Tapak Geni and the protective formation he had cast, Rivan was truly annoyed. Although there were no casualties, the widespread destruction and his inability to fully contain it made him furious. The houses below were only hit by a wave of hot air, but it was enough to cause chaos.
"Damn brat…" he muttered under his breath, his eyes sharply fixed on the young man floating calmly amidst the lingering spiritual pressure.
Various thoughts raced through his mind—who exactly is this boy? How could he be this strong? Why does he look like Tirta? And… why did he call Tirta his mother?
Not long after, elder figures with equally powerful auras began appearing around Marvin. The elders of the family, who had remained in their residences, were now approaching due to the unusual spiritual disturbance.
"Who is this child, Marvin?" one of them asked, his voice deep but full of authority. His sharp gaze cut through the tense air.
Marvin clenched his jaw, still restraining the surge of emotions. "He claims to be Tirta's son… but I can't believe it. How could that boy be this grown? Did Tirta have an affair and bear a child without my knowledge?" he murmured in frustration, a mix of anger and shame rising within him.
The elder observed Baskara more closely. His eyes scanned every inch of the youth's face—the shape of his eyes, his jawline, and the long black hair that flowed freely. That face... looked too much like a young Tirta.
"So similar… like a mirror image of Tirta in male form," the elder muttered softly, starting to believe that the young man's claim was no mere bluff.
"In that case, let me speak with him," said another elder, stepping forward calmly but with undeniable authority.
He looked at Baskara, still floating in the air, surrounded by an aura of heat that was gradually fading. "Boy, if you truly are Tirta's son, why did you cause such havoc in our family's residence?" he asked, his voice deep and wise, trying to mediate the chaos that had just unfolded.
Baskara lifted his chin slightly, his tone sarcastic but calm. "I'm not someone who acts mindlessly. Of course I have a reason," he replied, locking eyes with the elders.
"My mother is being held here… and you even tried to make her a pawn in your matchmaking game, forcing her to divorce my father. Disgusting."
His words brought a moment of silence. The elders exchanged glances, while Marvin clenched his teeth, trying to suppress both his anger and a creeping sense of guilt.
The elder who had spoken earlier tried to remain composed. "Very well, in that case… it's better we talk inside. You can meet your mother directly. Let's resolve this properly."
But Baskara slowly shook his head. "No need. I'm very busy. I only came to pick up my mother and leave. No small talk. Not even a drink."
His tone made it clear there would be no long negotiation today. Hearing this, Rivan finally nodded. "Alright… wait here. I'll inform Tirta."
He immediately descended and walked into the main building. Moments later, he returned, accompanied by a graceful woman who looked slightly tense—Tirta.
As her eyes caught sight of Baskara standing firmly in the air, Tirta froze. Her eyes widened, her breath caught. She stood still—not out of fear, but shock. The child who was once so cheerful and small now stood before her… with the body of a young man in his twenties, sharp features that reminded her of her youth, and a spiritual aura that made the earth tremble.
"My dear… is it really you?" Tirta's voice trembled as she hugged Baskara tightly, as if to ensure her son was truly standing before her.
"Of course, Mom. It's me," Baskara replied softly, embracing his mother. "Don't worry… everything's fine now. I can protect you. And now… we should go home."
Tirta nodded, then turned toward one corner of the complex that looked a bit wrecked. "But before that, let's go down for a moment. I want you to meet my younger sister."
Baskara simply nodded and followed behind. They walked toward a house with cracked walls and a yard full of debris from the earlier clash.
"Dear, this is Risa… my younger sister," Tirta said, introducing a woman standing at the doorway. Her face was graceful, with sharp yet soft eyes. Though beautiful, Tirta's aura remained more soothing and warm in Baskara's eyes.
"Auntie, I'm Baskara," he said politely.
"Ohh, so you're my nephew…" Risa chuckled. "You sure are brave, challenging your own grandfather, huh?"
"Grandfather?" Baskara raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.
"Yes, the one you fought earlier… Marvin. He's your mother's biological father. So, he's your grandfather too."
Baskara scratched his nose and leaned casually. "Oh… figures. Definitely fits the title 'grandpa'," he said nonchalantly, pretending to clean his ear.
Tirta smiled in amusement at her son's remark. "Alright, Ris, we'll be going now. Come visit sometime."
"Of course, Sis," Risa replied with a light wave.
Without further ado, Baskara and Tirta soared into the sky, leaving Rivan's family compound behind and heading toward their home—a home that had never truly felt like one without each other's presence.