Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1568

Stanley's eyes locked onto the golden teakwood safe, his gaze burning with obsession.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity. There's only one thing I want—the Elixir of Immortality you were buried with, the one meant to accompany you to the afterlife. With it, I can live another 100 or even 200 years!"

The term Elixir of Immortality hit the others like a truck.

It was not just Rafael and Mosby who reacted—Andrew and Chantelle froze too.

An elixir that could extend life by a century or two?

Did something that fantastical really exist?

Could it be that within the treasures of the Fallen Crimson Dynasty's royal tomb, even mythical artifacts like that were real?

"Stanley!" the puppet's voice rang out, now anxious and thunderous. "You may have any treasure, but not the elixir. That belongs to me. I cannot give it to you!"

Stanley let out a bitter smile. "Your Majesty, I was your closest friend in childhood—the one who never stopped thinking about you. You'd really let me die of old age like this?

"I've used up nearly all my strength to find your tomb. I should've died long ago, but I've held on—just to see you. As your loyal companion… as the friend who knew you better than anyone… please, grant me the elixir."

The puppet's voice turned cold. "I've said no, Stanley. Do not force my hand."

Stanley lowered his head, defeated.

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