🏮Her Jianghu: The Brief but Blazing Flame of Ruby

“A touching story about Ruby's brave sacrifice during the Burning Blissful Retreat, showing how even the briefest flame can shine brightest.”

🌬️ The Dream of the "Twin Wanderers"

At the beginning of the game, Ruby was the one who woke us. On the way to the General's Shrine, she chattered incessantly, always talking about how one day she and we would become the "Twin Wanderers" and stir the winds of the Jianghu.

You could take it as a child's longing to be a wandering hero who lifts others from danger—though back then, what she admired more was probably the sheer coolness of being a hero.

🍷 The Silence Inside Wine Fragrance Tower

During the plot of Burning Blissful Retreat, we settled Ruby and the other villagers inside the Wine Fragrance Tower. Yes, she had always been obedient; she might have seemed like that mischievous kid from your relatives' home, but as she huddled inside the tower, listening to the sounds of slaughter and shouting outside, what was that little girl thinking?

Perhaps she was worrying about whether we were in danger, or whether those outside were too trapped in the chaos to see through Qianye's formation.

🚩 The Red Cloak: A Heroine’s Choice

So she took action.

She went alone to the base of the Tower of Wine Fragrance, walked for a long, long time, climbed to the highest point, and untied the red cloak we had given her. She hung it high on a tree branch, hoping to show everyone the key to breaking the formation.

Did Ruby consider the consequences? Of course she did. Even as a child, she must have understood what this could cost her. Yet she did not falter—she acted bravely, resolutely, using herself as bait to win a sliver of hope for everyone.

🕯️ An Eternal Brilliance

You might think her role was insignificant, that she died because she overreached. But imagine the one who died was an adult—wouldn't it feel almost like a solemn kind of martyrdom? Using her own death to guide everyone.

Yet she was only a little girl, around the age of your little sister or your daughter. And until her very last second, until the very end, that bright red cloak still hung high upon the branch—a blazing banner declaring to the world that a brave heroine had once walked among us.