The Orchid Quest III

Damien crouched low behind the dense thicket, his eyes fixed on the writhing orchids. They twisted and shifted on the forest floor, their roots curling and uncurling like tiny tendrils. Despite their unsettling movements, they seemed unaware of his presence. He remained motionless, watching and waiting, his patience unwavering.

Minutes passed before one of the orchids began to inch closer, its movements slow and deliberate. It was small, no larger than his palm, and its vibrant green petals bore the distinct blood-red stains described by his system. When it was within reach, Damien lunged forward, his hand wrapping firmly around the plant.

The orchid squirmed violently in his grasp, its roots writhing in an attempt to escape. Without hesitation, Damien retreated several meters, distancing himself from the cluster. He knew the one he'd captured would likely alert the others if he wasn't quick.