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.

thought of Iran; it had to be one

twelve o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing

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

it had likely been ravaged by

appearance, it seemed unaware of the yacht's

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

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

in battle, they would haunt

who knew if they

no patience for constant vigilance; the best course

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

disagreed, "They won't

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

can figure out how to

readied for a

into a submarine, stealthily following

was a force to be reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians

it

"Damn it!"

cursed in despair, pounding the floor with their fists, tears

the sub, the rest sucked into the seabed black hole,

might of

it was all the

he had to survive, to report

empire would rise to dominate the

grand dreams, oblivious to the

craft was hurled out

afar, Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue to suddenly

she was just trying to

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

Smashing.

venting its boundless

well; it was this wretched

metal, the Iranians tumbling out, frantically trying to escape to

summoned other predators of

potential food, the sharks didn't

would tear off an arm, another would bite off a leg-they were ruthless, even fighting amongst

spread,