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 their diamond-shaped

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

seemed on the verge of falling apart, clearly suffering major

wasn't mistaken, it had likely been ravaged by the seabed black hole, now barely clinging

ghostly appearance, it seemed unaware

without luck, but now they seemed to have delivered themselves right to

meant they wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the

battle, they would haunt Stella

had won this battle, who knew if

for constant vigilance; the best course was to

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

Jasper disagreed, "They

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

figure out how to eliminate them." When it came to dealing with vicious criminals, Jasper had

Stella readied for a

stealthily following

reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the

it moved

"Damn it!"

Iranians cursed in despair, pounding

the sub, the rest sucked into

might of the

it was all the work of those

had to survive, to

empire would rise to dominate the world, trampling

the wreckage dreamed grand dreams, oblivious to the massive shadow approaching,

hurled out of the water, then smashed back

hadn't expected Blue Blue

she was just trying to

full rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the

Smashing.

venting its boundless

it was this wretched

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

roar summoned

sharks didn't hesitate,

bite

blood spread, the Iranians