- Verussa: Elsa, after 20 years, I hope you didn't feel obligated to come. God knows the others won't like it. How long can we expect you to stay?
- Elsa Bloodstone: Give me what's mine, I'll leave now.
- Verussa: What aspect of Bloodstone are we after exactly? The strength it lends? The protection? Longevity...
- Elsa Bloodstone: Verussa, what I do with it after I've earned it will be none of your business. To be honest, that might be the best part.
- Verussa: [CHUCKLES] I wonder if you're up to it. All these years without training...
- Elsa Bloodstone: Without his training. Let's find out together.
- Verussa: Hmm... You were so promising growing up. We all believed you would surpass your father. Instead, you seem satisfied to emulate your mother. I did what I could with you.
- Elsa Bloodstone: Shame I didn't turn out.
- Verussa: Don't be too easy on yourself. You were the greatest disappointment of his life.
- Narrator: The known universe, with its heroes and marvels, but what of the darkness? In our modern world, this is where monsters dwell, alongside those who hunt and slaughter them with pride. None more prolific than the Bloodstone family, whose patriarch has long controlled the powerful supernatural relic, the Bloodstone, a weapon unlike any other. But now, this weapon is in want of a new master, for Ulysses Bloodstone has died. Tonight is his funeral. Hunters have gathered from around the globe, strangers until this night, for a ceremonial hunt which will decide who next will wield the Bloodstone. And woe to the monster who finds itself among them.