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.

it had

direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically in the

experienced with subs would know this wasn't normal-the craft seemed on the verge

been ravaged by the seabed black hole, now

appearance, it seemed unaware of the

now they seemed to have delivered

wouldn't shed a

all perished in battle, they would haunt Stella

won this battle, who knew

for constant vigilance; the best course was to

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

disagreed,

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

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

so, Stella readied for a

pod turned into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from the seabed at a

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

the craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than

"Damn it!"

ravaged craft, the Iranians cursed in despair, pounding the floor with their

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

the might of

was all the work

to survive,

empire would rise to dominate the world, trampling

to

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

afar, Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected

she was just trying

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

Smashing.

roars, venting its boundless

it was this wretched

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

summoned other predators

the sharks didn't hesitate,

another would bite off a

the blood spread,