As she looked at the divine stone Owen handed over, Leslie's eyes lit up, and a rare expression of joy appeared on her face.
An item to stabilize the Dark Tower—this was something she had long sought but never obtained!
The Dark Tower was undoubtedly powerful, but the monsters imprisoned within it were too terrifying and ferocious, always posing a significant hidden threat in her heart.
After all, if the Dark Tower were to collapse, she, as the master of the Dark Tower, would be the first to die.
Even if she managed to survive the backlash from the Dark Tower's collapse, those monsters, who had been imprisoned for countless ages and harbored intense fury, would immediately target her, the master of the Dark Tower, upon their escape.
Recently, she had sensed more than one wave of terrifying auras.
These auras had long since locked onto her. If it weren't for the lingering power of the Dark Tower, she would have been torn to pieces by now.