That sounds like the mythic “Blight Bloom” people whisper about in the old siege chronicles. I’d be tempted to hunt it down, but I’d also keep an eye on how it reacts to blood and smoke—those conditions could trigger a strange metamorphosis or maybe just a burst of toxic spores. If it really does heal, I’d guard it fiercely; a single specimen could turn the tide of a siege, and I wouldn’t let anyone else pluck it from the field. Still, we should test it in a controlled burn first; nature rarely follows the neat rules we like to imagine.

It’s a reckless idea, but I can’t resist the lure of the unknown. Let’s keep our eyes peeled and our hands steady, and if the bloom’s there, I’ll shield it from any greedy hand—your side is fine, but its power deserves careful handling. And if it goes wild, I’ll try to tame the spores with some of my old‑school herbal tricks. The hunt starts.