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.

instinctively thought of Iran; it had

moved slowly towards the twelve o'clock direction, the

normal-the craft seemed

likely been ravaged by the seabed black hole, now

seemed unaware of

but now they

wouldn't shed a

perished in battle, they would

won this battle, who knew if they

for constant vigilance; the best course was to annihilate

a harsh interrogation, locate Iran's

disagreed, "They

group wasn't made up of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically nationalistic,

from a distance. Eventually, we'll find their headquarters, and then we can figure out how to eliminate

so, Stella readied for

following Iran from

with, having destroyed their proud craft,

craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than

"Damn it!"

cursed in despair, pounding the floor with their fists, tears

sucked into the seabed

the might of

it was all the work of those

to survive,

empire would rise to dominate the world, trampling

dreams, oblivious to the massive shadow approaching, then violently colliding

was hurled out of the water, then smashed

hadn't

she was just trying to

Blue was now in full rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft like a battered ball.

Smashing.

roars, venting its

it was this wretched craft that had

craft, torn apart by violence, was reduced to scrap metal, the Iranians tumbling out, frantically trying to escape to

roar summoned other predators of

didn't

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

blood spread, the Iranians