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 to

direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically

seemed on the verge of falling apart, clearly suffering

by the seabed black hole, now barely

its ghostly appearance, it seemed

luck, but now they seemed to have delivered

meant they wouldn't shed a tear until they saw

they all perished in battle, they

they had won this battle, who knew if

vigilance;

perfect opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation,

Jasper disagreed, "They won't

of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically nationalistic, thoroughly brainwashed. They wouldn't yield to torture

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

readied

turned into a submarine, stealthily following

destroyed their

craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than a

"Damn it!"

cursed in despair,

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

the might of the

all the work of those with mysterious

had to survive, to

would rise to dominate the world, trampling all

in the wreckage dreamed grand dreams, oblivious to

was hurled out of

dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue to suddenly

she was just trying to

rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft like a battered ball.

Smashing.

roars, venting

was this wretched craft that had killed its

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

Blue Blue's roar summoned other predators of the

sharks didn't

would bite off a leg-they

the blood spread,