"No one can touch my friends!" I yelled at the immortal.

"You think you have a say in that?" Pisaca said.

Suddenly we saw the metal bed that was used to tie me up flew out from the corner of the room. It went toward the immortal, but Pisaca simply raised her hand, and the bed froze in mid-air and then it started crumbling like aluminum foil. The immortal waved her hand off slightly, and the metal ball scattered against the wall.

"I sense some talents here," she said, turning around to look directly at Jacque, "I'm a little bored after sleeping for too many centuries. Isn't it wonderful if...