Fiona's Identity

Upon hearing the call, Charlotte, Stella, and Iris quickly loosened their embrace around Fiona.

"Go on," Charlotte said gently.

Fiona gave a small nod before stepping toward the middle-aged man, curiosity shining in her eyes.

The middle-aged man crouched down on one knee and gazed deeply at Fiona.

"Fiona, can I ask you something? How are you feeling right now? Do you sense anything unusual or uncomfortable?" He asked calmly.

Fiona glanced down at her arms, then examined the rest of her body before looking back at him with innocent eyes.

"I don't feel anything strange, Uncle," she replied honestly.

"Good..." The man exhaled in relief.

Raising his left hand, he gently placed his index finger against Fiona's forehead.

*Buzz!*

Under the stunned gazes of Charlotte, Iris, Stella, and Liliana, a gray light flickered at the tip of his finger.