"The owl sat up enthusiastically upon hearing that Bowen would become his student. It swirled its feathers, and a book flew out from the shelf.
'Primordial Conflux!'
'What is this?' asked Bowen.
'One of my greatest works in the field of magic. Behold my treasure, Primordial Conflux,' said the owl, making a large majestic pose.
But Bowen found it to be overacting or overboasting.
The owl caught up on Bowen's hateful reaction. "You are underestimating this, aren't you? You will be in awe if I explain what this skill can do."
"Have you ever heard about the combining of elements?'
"You mean combining different elements into a single magic?" Bowen said, thinking. "But it's not possible though; it's just proven to be impossible."
"Yup, that one. And who said it was impossible?"
'Uh... how are you sure about it?"
