The smell of blood kept wafting into her nose.
An icy wind seemed to blow out from the cracks in her bones.
And there was that indescribable mental suppression.
For the first time in her life, Yin Yin felt she could barely breathe.
That mental suppression, especially, did not prevent her from summoning her pet beasts because of some game rule. She genuinely could not summon them.
The oppressive force prevented her from connecting to her Beast Taming Space, leaving her unable to summon the pet beasts that would have been better than nothing.
Even if her pet beasts had little fighting power, summoning them would at least have offered some psychological comfort, wouldn't it?
But now, she had none of that.
On this dimly lit train, which seemed as though it would never stop, though she had actually only been aboard for three to five minutes, Yin Yin felt a suffocation that bordered on death.
Not to mention the mechanisms that sprang up all around her.
Perhaps even just the creak of the train's iron doors opening and closing had, in these few minutes, pushed Yin Yin, who had never weathered any real storms and could hardly claim strong nerves, to the verge of collapse.
This was what made Soulheart special.
In truth, in this supernatural world, it was difficult, even impossible, to frighten Beast Tamers with ghosts or anything of the sort.
After all, undead were hardly a rarity on Blue Star.
Out of every hundred Beast Tamers, there were a good six or seven Undead-type Beast Tamers.
Under those circumstances, although Undead types fought in unusual ways, frightening Beast Tamers simply by existing was nothing short of a fool's dream.
But Soulheart was different.
All the Undead-type pet beasts within Soulheart were merely tools and mediums. Even