18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel 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.

Stella instinctively thought of Iran; it had to be one of their diamond-shaped crafts.

It moved slowly towards the twelve o'clock direction, the snorkel bobbing erratically in the water.

Anyone experienced with subs would know this wasn't normal—the craft seemed on the verge of falling apart, clearly suffering major malfunctions.

If she wasn't mistaken, it had likely been ravaged by the seabed black hole, now barely clinging to life.

From its ghostly appearance, it seemed unaware of the yacht's presence.

Stella had been searching for them without luck, but now they seemed to have delivered themselves right to her doorstep.

Iran's twisted logic meant they wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the coffin.

Unless they all perished in battle, they would haunt Stella relentlessly.

Though they had won this battle, who knew if they would pop up again someday.

Stella had no patience for constant vigilance; the best course was to annihilate them.

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

But Jasper disagreed, "They won't confess."

This Iran group wasn't made up of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically nationalistic, thoroughly brainwashed.

They wouldn't yield to torture or threats.

Jasper suggested, "We'll tail 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 with vicious criminals, Jasper had the most experience.

And so, Stella readied for a new approach.

The escape pod turned into a submarine, stealthily following Iran from the seabed at a safe distance.

The vortex was a force to be reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians in a sorry state of retreat.

With the craft malfunctioning, it moved slower than a snail.

"Damn it!"