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 be one of their

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

craft seemed on the verge of

it had likely been ravaged by the seabed

ghostly appearance, it seemed unaware of

been searching for them without luck, but now they seemed

logic meant they wouldn't shed a tear until they

they all perished in battle, they would haunt Stella

won this battle, who knew if they would

patience for constant vigilance; the best

opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate Iran's headquarters,

Jasper disagreed, "They

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

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

Stella readied for a

stealthily following Iran from the seabed

their proud craft, leaving

it moved slower than a

"Damn it!"

craft, the Iranians cursed in despair,

smashed by the sub, the rest sucked

might of

it, it was all the work of those with mysterious

had to survive, to report

the empire would rise to dominate

oblivious to the

battered craft was hurled out of the water, then smashed back down with a

hadn't expected Blue Blue

just trying to

a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft

Smashing.

roars, venting its

well; it was this wretched craft that had killed

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

Blue's roar summoned other predators

sharks didn't hesitate, converging on the

another would bite off a leg-they were

spread,