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

moved slowly towards the twelve o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically

seemed on the verge of falling apart, clearly suffering

by the seabed

its ghostly appearance, it seemed unaware of the

them without luck, but now they seemed to have

wouldn't shed

all perished in battle, they

knew if they would pop

no patience for constant vigilance; the best course

harsh interrogation,

Jasper disagreed, "They

up of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically

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

Stella readied for a new

submarine, stealthily following Iran

to be reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians in a sorry state

craft malfunctioning, it

"Damn it!"

despair, pounding the floor with their

by the sub, the rest sucked into the seabed black hole, all torn

was the might of the

it was all the

to

rise to dominate

dreams, oblivious to the

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

was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue

she was just trying to

rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the Iranian craft like a battered ball.

Smashing.

venting

well; it was this wretched craft that had

torn apart by violence, was reduced to scrap metal, the Iranians

Blue Blue's roar summoned

food, the sharks didn't

bite off a

spread, the