18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 434

Jasper stayed quiet, his fingers intertwined with hers, holding on tight. His eyes were filled with a love as deep as the ocean. Stella glanced at him, "How many years has it been now?" She couldn't believe it—he was getting clingier by the day.

"No matter how many years, my feelings for you only grow stronger."

What started as romance had now morphed into a bond that felt both romantic and familial, and it never seemed to be enough.

After making sure everything was in order, the couple started planning their next move.

The underwater vortex wasn't a permanent feature; it needed specific conditions to form and didn't last long.

The three of them, along with their dog, had been eating and sleeping in Arcadia for almost ten hours. By now, even the most stubborn underwater vortex would have vanished.

But to be safe, they decided not to use the submarine. Instead, they'd use the escape pod to check things out first.

So, the trio and their dog boarded the escape pod.

With a whoosh, they found themselves underwater.

Rosie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Riding the buoyancy, the escape pod rose steadily to the surface; the vortex was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, the escape pod bobbed to the surface, greeted by calm seas and warm, brilliant sunshine.

The terrors they'd faced seemed like mere illusions now.

With Stella's secret out in the open, Rosie became much more animated, using binoculars to survey the surroundings.

The ocean stretched out endlessly, shimmering like a field of twinkling stars.

After scanning the horizon multiple times and seeing no sign of Iran or any other vessels, Stella summoned the yacht, and they resumed their celebration with music and dance. They feasted and frolicked on the gentle waves, basking in the sun and enjoying the food.

Jasper, peering through binoculars, announced, "There's a submarine."

Everyone sprang into action, abandoning their beach chairs and juice to focus intently on the sight before them.

A snorkel broke the surface of the water.

This was no ordinary snorkel; it was shorter and thinner than what you'd find on a standard sub.

Iran; it had to

moved slowly towards the twelve o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically in

this wasn't normal-the craft seemed on the

wasn't mistaken, it had likely been ravaged by the seabed black hole,

appearance, it seemed unaware of the yacht's

without luck, but now they seemed to have delivered themselves right to

wouldn't shed

perished in battle, they

they had won this battle, who knew if they would

no patience for constant vigilance; the best course was

was the perfect opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate

disagreed,

of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically nationalistic, thoroughly brainwashed.

then we can figure out how to eliminate them." When

readied for a

stealthily following Iran from the seabed at

vortex was a force to be reckoned with, having destroyed their

malfunctioning, it moved slower than

"Damn it!"

in despair, pounding the floor

by the sub, the rest sucked into the seabed

was the might

the work of those with

to survive,

rise to dominate

oblivious to the massive shadow approaching, then violently colliding with

was hurled out of the water, then smashed back down

Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue to suddenly

she was just

calm Blue Blue was now in full rage, revealing a demonic face as it

Smashing.

venting

well; it was this wretched craft that had killed

to scrap metal,

summoned

sharks didn't hesitate,

would bite off a leg-they were ruthless, even fighting amongst

spread,