After an hour of searching, Victor found no trace of the Noctiluria. He paused for a moment, resting in a small, damp clearing of trees and considering his next move.
The sunlight barely penetrated the treetops, creating an atmosphere of almost constant darkness. Mari was right, this was a good place to look for a weed that grew in rotten environments. Maybe not the best, but a good place nonetheless.
Noctiluria was a rare and powerful herb, and Victor had heard of it. He just had no idea why it was so important in Mari's experiments, and he didn't need to.
Victor knew that it grew in damp, shady places and that its leaves had a characteristic bluish glow that set it apart from other plants. Mari had told him to look for it in rotten trees, probably because it would be easier to find, but Noctiluria could grow anywhere in this forest.
