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.

had to be one of their

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

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

ravaged by the seabed black hole, now

appearance, it seemed unaware of the

for them without luck, but now they seemed to have

wouldn't shed a tear until they

battle, they

battle, who knew if they would pop

constant vigilance; the best course was to

to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate

Jasper disagreed, "They

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

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

so, Stella readied for a

turned into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from the

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

malfunctioning, it moved

"Damn it!"

despair,

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

the might of the

all the work of those with

to survive, to report

empire would rise to

man in the wreckage dreamed grand dreams, oblivious to the massive shadow approaching, then

overwhelming force, the battered craft was hurled out of the water,

dumbfounded; she hadn't

was just trying to

Blue was now in full rage, revealing a demonic

Smashing.

endless roars, venting its boundless

Blue remembered all too well; it was this wretched

scrap metal, the Iranians tumbling out, frantically trying to

Blue's roar summoned other predators of

the sharks didn't hesitate, converging

would tear off an arm, another would bite

spread, the