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

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

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

ravaged by the seabed black hole,

seemed unaware of

searching for them without luck, but now they seemed to

wouldn't shed a tear

they all perished in battle, they would haunt Stella

who knew

vigilance; the best course was to annihilate

for a harsh interrogation, locate Iran's headquarters, and

Jasper disagreed, "They won't

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

Eventually, we'll find their headquarters, and then we can figure out how to eliminate them." When it came to dealing with vicious criminals, Jasper had

Stella readied for a

a submarine, stealthily following Iran from

having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians

craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than

"Damn it!"

the Iranians cursed in despair, pounding

rest sucked into the seabed black hole,

might of the

the work of those with

to

the empire would rise to

to the massive shadow approaching,

the battered craft was hurled out of the water, then smashed

Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue

she was just trying to

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

Smashing.

venting

all too well; it was this

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

summoned other predators of

didn't hesitate,

another would bite off a leg-they were

the blood spread, the