"Primordial Conflux!" Bowen uttered.
Immediately, the fire and water mana within his vessel surged through his blood vessels at an astonishing speed. Bowen carefully converged this mana into his right palm. It was on the verge of release, as if ready to break free from confinement. A blue light emerged in his hand and...
That was it.
Just like before, the light dimmed, and it was a failure.
This time, the owl saw the entire process and immediately understood what was wrong.
It shook its head knowingly. Bowen, dejected, tried again, and once more, it was a failure. Undeterred, he tried yet again, and it failed once more.
Bowen became exhausted but didn't give up. Hammet was silently proud of this kid.
"Enough! Even if you try a hundred or a thousand times, the result will be the same," said the owl, getting up from the ground.
"Am I doing it wrong?" Bowen asked.
