Thinking about Pierro being a sage in Khaenri'ah.
Thinking about reader being a sage as well and sacrificing themselves so that at least a few of the Khaenri'ahn people can survive.
Thinking about how Dainsleif has to see the love of his life dying in front of his eyes while he is incapable of doing anything but guide the said people to safety as per the reader's last wish.
Thinking of how reader didn't die but got corrupted because it'll be a shame to let such power potential perish. Becoming a valuable weapon for the abyss.
Thinking of them meeting at the very end, in Khaenri'ah back again, reenacting the same horrific scene from 500 years ago, only that there's no more screams, no more pleas, just the sound of two pairs of footsteps marching towards one another.
Thinking of the reader has no memories of Dainsleif, the one man who they loved so deeply that it could rival the moon's love for its stars. Unsheathing their weapon with bloodlust surging through their eyes, launching themselves at the individual.
Thinking how both ended up wounded thanks to their proficient fighting abilities, only for a moment of respite to change the outcome of this battle.
"You seem to hold deep adoration for the one before you."
"Your deduction is correct. I do."
"Forgive my curiosity, given the circumstances. I hold no recognition of the one I used to be."
Thinking how Dainsleif, with blood sweeping through his wounds and staggering breath, lovingly replied a few past endeavours between the two of them, hand clenching onto his sword when sapphire orbs lay upon the curse that took away his everything.
Thinking how in the very end, Dainsleif managed to hold his lover once more. His blade piercing the reader and himself, he knew they held off their guard.
Dainsleif was clutching onto the last spark that maybe somewhere underneath the abyssal corruption his lover's beating heart still existed.
Thinking how the reader couldn't break this joy of his. Knowing their curse was already starting to eat them from the inside, demise coming sooner than they had anticipated. Taking advantage of this battle was what some would say "a convenient inconvenience".
Thinking how both die in each other's arms, giving finality to their journey.