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.

had

direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically

experienced with subs would know this wasn't normal-the craft seemed on the verge of

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

seemed unaware of the yacht's

now they seemed

shed a

in battle, they would haunt Stella

knew if they would pop up again

patience for constant vigilance; the best

perfect opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate

Jasper disagreed,

relentless pursuit indicated they

suggested, "We'll tail them from a distance. Eventually, we'll find their headquarters, and then we can figure out how to eliminate them." When it came to dealing with

so, Stella readied

pod turned into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from

a force to be reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving

the craft malfunctioning, it moved

"Damn it!"

ravaged craft, the Iranians cursed in despair, pounding the floor

smashed by the sub, the rest sucked into the seabed black hole, all torn to

the might of the

it, it was all the work

had to survive,

empire would rise to dominate the

oblivious to the massive

overwhelming force, the battered craft was hurled out of

afar, Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue

was just trying to

a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft like a battered

Smashing.

endless roars, venting

all too well; it was this wretched

to scrap metal, the Iranians tumbling out, frantically trying to

Blue's roar summoned other

sharks didn't hesitate,

tear off an arm, another would bite off a leg-they were

spread, the