Matt Murdock was caught up in the crowd charging into the Shopping Mall. Lorelei's burst of divinity had taken control of his mind, compelling him to join the goddess-rescue operation.
But when the faintest trace of a foul odor reached him, Matt, who had once lived through that Nightmare, finally realized what Alvin was up to...
The stench, which seemed to reach straight into his soul, snapped Matt back to his senses. He looked up to see a massive wave of liquid, reeking horribly, sweeping along the outside wall of the building.
Matt, whose sense of smell was extraordinarily keen, grabbed the equally distraught Chief George in a panic. Then he dragged him against the fleeing crowd, sprinting for the outskirts as if their lives depended on it...
Seeing the crowd of people with vacant expressions, just like Zombies—especially all the media friends—Matt let out a sigh and hunched his shoulders, speeding up.
Just imagining that foul liquid sticking to him made Matt's soul tremble. He'd only been brushed by the Hand's trump card, and he'd already wanted to die. If it drenched him, he figured he wouldn't survive.
As he dragged Chief George to safety, Matt lamented that he should have been more resolute. When Alvin had said he was going to make this place a new landmark, Matt should have gotten out of there immediately.
It really would become a landmark: a forty-meter-tall pile of stinking dog shit, standing in Times Square and constantly spreading its soul-wrenching stench...
Everyone would remember today, and it would leave a deeper impression than those two collapsed buildings.
Because those had only lasted an instant. Even if this building were demolished, its foundation would stink for a year...
Hearing the crowd behind him, who had charged in too quickly, breaking into waves