Equestria had reached a golden age. One granted to them by the Divines that have long since ascended from their mortal plane of existence.

Seemingly overnight, the impossible became mere second nature. Pegasi capable of advanced magic. Earth ponies and unicorns granted flight. Ponies with the strength to lift unfeasible weights with ease. It all came together to usher in a new era of advancement that even Equestria's most enlightened of scholars could have only dreamed of.

None knew where it all came from nor why they were given such a blessing, and before long, not many cared.

For decades, all seemed right in the world. But then something changed.

Ponies began to disappear. Blood-curdling screams sounded in the night. Most thought nothing of it. Most ignored the signs. Most would never predict the approaching cataclysm destined to ravage their home. They would soon learn that the very thing that empowered them would be the thing that undoes them.

For a small group of ponies, this becomes all too true when a simple expedition turns into a desperate fight for survival as their homeland devolves into chaos. For them, and many others, it becomes not a matter of escaping their fate, but of how long they can run from it.

For no matter the era, no matter the nation, the timeless adage shall always hold true.

Fear the old blood.

Author's Note: Tagged as a [Crossover] for simplicity's sake. While the story does borrow heavily from Bloodborne, it's less of a typical crossover and more my personal interpretation of what Equestria would've been like had they found something similar to the Old Blood, and what it was like just before things went to hell. Knowledge of the game is completely unnecessary.