"Let's see what we've got here," Wendell muttered, slipping his hand into the bag he'd grabbed from Victor's waist.
However, contrary to what Wendell himself had expected, his arm literally went almost all the way into the bag. Realizing this, he immediately pulled his arm back out, startled, and threw the bag to the ground.
"What the hell is this?" Wendell asked.
"A cursed bag. If you keep your hand in it for more than a few seconds, you'll die," Victor replied.
"What? So I'm going to die?! You bastard...!"
"Calm down, brother. He's just trying to trick you," Walrick said as he walked over to pick up the bottomless bag from the ground. "This is a magic bag that people say has no end, isn't it? I've heard about it. It's some kind of ancient item whose method of making has been lost to time."
Wendell breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to his brother's explanation.
