18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 354

dozens of meters into the air, continuously feeding the dark smoke above.

Black smoke billowed into the sky, rapidly ascending and spreading. Following the dark spectacle, plumes of ash-gray fog erupted, soon accompanied by flickering tongues of black and red flames. The flames shot from the mountaintop like a colossal blowtorch, reaching Molten lava spewed in all directions, splattering like grotesque fireworks. The blaze, the thick smoke, the flowing magma-they all expanded uncontrollably, like a hellish demon freed after eons, its ghastly visage unfurling claws and teeth, lunging at the insignificant humans below. Indeed, the volcano had erupted.

For a moment, everyone was paralyzed with shock.

"Move it!" Jasper's voice cut through the chaos, low and urgent.

Stella snapped out of her trance, quickly ushering Rosie and Cooper into the car, reminding them to buckle up. The streets were in turmoil as people frantically scrambled for their vehicles. In their haste, accidents happened-one car after another collided, creating a new tragedy.

composed, his quick reflexes steering them clear of the wreckage, safely and swiftly driving forward. Stella glanced back to see the volcanic ash

warping and trembling. The tremors, even at this distance, bore

the ash cloud. Out of the corner of her eye, Stella noticed helicopters in the sky- more than one. Whether private or government, she couldn't tell. Air, land, and

break, to relieve themselves and stretch. Tensions were high; Stella observed a group

her stomach, she took out her binoculars and searched for signs

pupils dilated in horror. A massive dust storm, swirling with sand, soil,

was unthinkable for a dust storm to rise here. But there was no time for contemplation as the gale hit with a vengeance, whipping up debris and plunging

the evacuation saw the dust storm first and screamed in terror as they tried to turn their vehicles around. But as hands reached for the steering wheel, others, mistaking the brake for the gas pedal, collided violently with them. There was no chance for a battle; the dust

was upon them in a blink. Instinctively, he dove to shield her. The harsh sand grated against her face, mingled with pebbles that pelted her like shrapnel. Her

the wind, slammed against her wrist with a sickening force. With the sensation of broken bones, Stella bit her lip and held on desperately, even as the tempest tossed her about.

of the storm, her mouth filling with sand the moment she opened it. Unable to see, she reached out blindly, finding someone in the passenger seat a weight