Death's scarlet eyes swirled with mockery. Its deep voice was like the chime of an ancient bell tempered in ice, carrying the unique pressure of a Dimensional Demon as it casually swept over Harry:
"Price?"
He deliberately dragged out the word, his trailing tone filled with undisguised scorn:
"You insignificant creature, and you dare speak to me of a price? So what if I stole the Deathly Hallows?"
Death took a step forward. The invisible aura around it instantly warped the surrounding space slightly, and the arrogance in its voice nearly overflowed:
"In this world, life and death are both under my control. Those three Hallows are merely toys I can take at will.
"Besides, they were powers the three brothers obtained from me through deceitful means. I merely wish to reclaim my own power now!
"On the other hand, you dared set your sights on me. You are the one who should be considering the price!"
Facing Death's arrogance, Harry did not get angry. Instead, he mocked it with a sneer.
"Dimensional Demon? I'm afraid you've never seen any other Dimensional Demons, have you?
"Do you think you're the only special existence? Do you think Dimensional Demons are absolutely invincible?"
The chill around Death suddenly froze. Its scarlet eyes sharply narrowed, and its previously carefree demeanor vanished in an instant.
Its floating figure sank slightly. Two clusters of ghostly blue fire leaped up in its eye sockets, concealing a restrained fury.
"You dare question me?"
Its voice was no longer leisurely and mocking, but carried a sharper, colder edge. Its invisible aura abruptly expanded outward, sending gravel across the ground clattering.
"Demons from other dimensions? They are nothing but defective products trapped in low-dimensional cages!
"I can traverse the dimensions of life and death and command the cycle of