Mephistopheles wore a cold smirk, his sharp gaze locked onto Dumbledore.
His voice was low and mocking, as if every single word carried a sharp thorn:
"I heard all about it. Using the hand of Death to sever the Hound of Tindalos's path into the macrocosm—well, well, that must have cost quite a few lives, didn't it?"
Chapter 160