In between the worlds of the living and the dead, Fenduum waits. His voice once made his fellow angels weep, but now he sits quiet and alone. Such is his penance. Until someone arrives asking him to sing once more.
In between the worlds of the living and the dead, Fenduum waits. His voice once made his fellow angels weep, but now he sits quiet and alone. Such is his penance. Until someone arrives asking him to sing once more.