The disciples’ eagerness was impossible to ignore. Their expressions were earnest, their posture respectful, and beneath the formal deference lay something warmer and far more human—a collective desire to give back to the man who had reshaped their lives.
In the end, Dylan Brooks could only agree to their request.
From an outside perspective, the offerings alone sounded outrageous. A Cullinan Diamond, the rare and storied jewel whispered about in elite auction circles. The equally elusive Sancy Diamond, whose provenance was so guarded that even veteran gem brokers spoke of it in lowered voices. And then there was the Youthbound Elixir, a substance rumored to command prices that climbed effortlessly into the hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars on the black market of high society.
Yet to
