Napoli reached out and touched the tattoo on his arm.
A ghostly blue flame eagerly drilled out of the tattoo and danced at his fingertips.
Within the ghostly blue flames, scenes of memory appeared one after another.
The scenes showed Napoli's first encounter with Angel and Laplace near Unloading Lake.
"Flame Reflection can also replay memories?" Angel asked curiously.
After all, when they had first met at Unloading Lake, Napoli had not yet mastered Flame Reflection, nor had he made any corresponding records.
So what was being shown now was either a reconstructed memory or something Napoli had simulated himself.
Napoli shook his head somewhat sheepishly. "No, this isn't a reconstructed memory. I imagined it, then recorded it in Flame Reflection."
"Because it was imagined, it's a little distorted."
No sooner had Napoli finished speaking than rings of light appeared in the scene within the flames.
The halos were mainly gathered around Angel. Translucent light illuminated his features with exceptional clarity, and together with pathways of light like the "Tyndall Effect," they added several degrees of sacred majesty to Angel's face.
His bearing seemed bathed in divine radiance—elegant and gentle.
Angel looked at the scene in the flames, his expression filled with bewilderment. If the features had not still been his own, he might even have suspected that Napoli had met another version of him from a parallel world.
It was not that it looked unlike him; it simply had nothing to do with him.
"Was the lighting really that good back then?" Angel murmured in a low voice, utterly doubtful.
Napoli scratched the back of his head. "I don't remember either, but that was how Mr. Angel looked in my eyes at the time..."
Angel recalled their first meeting. Napoli had been somewhat shy, but the way he had