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 be one of their diamond-shaped

twelve o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically in

with subs would know this wasn't normal-the craft seemed on the verge of falling apart, clearly suffering

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

appearance, it seemed

them without luck, but now they seemed to have

wouldn't shed a

in battle, they would

knew if they

for constant vigilance;

harsh interrogation, locate Iran's headquarters,

disagreed, "They

survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically

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 vicious

so, Stella readied

into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from the seabed at a safe

be reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians in a sorry state of

malfunctioning, it moved

"Damn it!"

despair, pounding the floor with their fists, tears

sucked into the seabed black hole, all torn to

the might

it was all the work of those with mysterious

to survive,

rise to

man in the wreckage dreamed grand dreams, oblivious to the

the battered craft was hurled out of the water,

hadn't expected Blue Blue to

was just

now in full rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft like a

Smashing.

endless roars, venting its

too well; it was this wretched craft that had

reduced to scrap metal, the Iranians tumbling out, frantically

Blue's roar summoned

potential food, the sharks didn't hesitate, converging on the

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

spread, the Iranians