A graveyard. Amidst the burial plots is one that is out of place compared to the others. Instead of packed soil and overgrown grass we instead find a hole in …

We find ourselves in the Groves. The once beautiful level now desolate and uninhabited. Drewitt, however, sits beneath a large rotted tree, a collar held tightly in hand with the …

Clang! Clang! Clang! Deep inside of an old forge, we hear the sounds of hammer hitting steel over and over, rhythmically echoing off of the walls. Sitting in the corner …

No Man’s Land. A Horse stands idly, its Rider brushing its fur. Drewitt. War. “My life has been one plagued by loneliness, one where I walked a lonesome road with …

“Have you ever seen a graveyard?” “I’m sure you have. Every life ever lived has found its end buried beneath the blackened soil and broken dreams of the burial grounds. …

“A picture is worth a thousand words, Ramsey.” “Say you take a picture of a battlefield, one littered with the corpses of fallen warriors. With a click of a button …

Crack. “That sound will echo through my skull until the end of my days. Because for as little time as I have spent with Apokalypsis, I can say I’ve grown …

[Drewitt stands in the middle of the ring, surrounded by Grimskull, El Mariachi Muerte and Gemini. He has a microphone and wears a distinctly different red and white pair of …

Drewitt walks along a dank corridor, lit with pink and blue neon lights – at first seemingly alone, but as the camera pulls out, it becomes clear that Grimskull walks …

They say the tactic if you’re lost in a maze is just to keep to the left. If you hug that left wall constantly you’ll eventually make it to the …