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 to be one of

o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically in

craft seemed on the verge of falling

been ravaged by the

appearance, it seemed unaware of

for them without luck, but now they seemed to have

they wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the

perished in battle, they

who knew if they would

had no patience for constant vigilance; the best course was

the perfect opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate Iran's headquarters, and send them to their

Jasper disagreed,

ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically

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

readied for a

into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from the seabed

their proud craft,

the craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than

"Damn it!"

the Iranians cursed in despair, pounding

by the sub, the rest sucked into

was the might of the

the work of those

had to

would rise to dominate

to the massive shadow

out of the

hadn't expected Blue Blue to

she was just trying

rage, revealing a demonic face as

Smashing.

roars, venting its boundless

all too well; it was this

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

roar summoned other predators

sharks didn't hesitate, converging

would bite off a leg-they

blood spread, the Iranians