The Colosseum
King Ralden made a mental note to learn more about Ibrahim. There was something intriguing about the man, and perhaps he could task someone to visit the museum and document everything related to him.
Everyone boarded their jeeps. Amaya, however, chose to stand, craning her neck to take in the scenery. A dirt road stretched ahead, winding through the dense jungle. She marveled at the audacity of building a road in such a remote place but recalled that this was a Bio Reserve. It made sense that transportation here was made somewhat accessible.
"It's a pity we can't take photos. Look at those flowers—aren't they stunning?" Amaya pointed to a patch of vibrant blooms.
The jeep began picking up speed as they descended a hill.
"Are those Venus Fly Traps? But why are their leaves so enormous?" Amaya exclaimed, pointing out a cluster of peculiar plants.
Marx turned to look but frowned as the spot had already disappeared from view.