"Losers...?" Darth-Lilim froze, not quite understanding what her master meant.
Darth-Malthael sneered. "That's right. Losers." He tossed out a decayed, rusted high crown—the crown once worn by Marka Ragnos.
He continued, "Throughout the ages, Sith Lords have brought their apprentices to Planet Korriban or other Relics of the ancient Sith Empire, allowing them to undergo the baptism of the Dark Side so that their Dark Side Force would become purer. But... as I just said, that is merely the wailing of losers."
Looking at Darth-Lilim, he said with a cold sneer, "These Sith spirits were defeated in their war against the Galactic Republic, and their hearts were filled with resentment. Coupled with the existence of the Dark Side Force, their negative emotions could endure for a long time. When Force-sensitive individuals entered such places, these spirits could naturally exploit their vulnerability. Their own Force would be influenced by the Sith spirits, their emotions becoming extreme, while the bone-deep hatred for the Galactic Republic would also be passed down from those Sith spirits..."
Darth-Malthael's expression turned icy, and his smile was filled with mockery. "And what I want is not for my servants to accept the so-called inheritance of those losers! What I want is the Horn of victors and conquerors! Hehehehehe..."
Darth-Lilim prostrated herself once more. "Master, you have already conquered this place. You have conquered the Valley of the Dark Lords!"
"Conquered part of it." Darth-Malthael said. "I have dealt with Marka Ragnos and all the lackeys around him... Ludo Kressh, Naga Sadow—those fools had always followed Marka Ragnos's lead, so they too became part of my Lightsaber."
He turned to look at the enormous valley, whose full extent was utterly obscured by windblown sand and darkness, then continued, "Many powerful beings still slumber here. Some have fallen into