The light flashed again. This time, the smell was right.
The stench of kitchen scraps mixed with excrement and wastewater—any longtime New Yorker would recognize it immediately.
Experienced sewer maintenance workers could even tell which section of the sewers they were in by the differences in smell.
Inside the pitch-black sewer maintenance station, Deathstroke drew Godslayer and used its glow to illuminate the nearby area.
"Can everyone feel it?"
"Yeah, my head hurts like hell." William knocked against the side of his head, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he looked eager to get moving. "My Spider-Sense is going crazy. We're in tremendous danger. We found the right place this time."
"I... I feel awful." Spider-Gwen had been holding Penny the whole time, but now she set her down and crouched, clutching her head.
Spider-Gwen had suffered some lingering effects ever since she was bitten. She had to rely on medication called "Spider-Isotope" to maintain her condition. Otherwise, not only would her superpowers gradually fade, but she would also suffer all kinds of adverse symptoms.
True to her reputation as someone well-informed, Gwenpool immediately found the pills in her new little friend's uniform pocket. She also took out the soda Deathstroke had given her for Little Gwen to drink.
After taking the medicine, Ghost-Spider visibly improved. She was even brimming with energy, as if she had taken stimulants.
"Don't keep relying on medication for your condition. You can try kale in the future." Deathstroke gave the solution from the comics, then decisively looked away and announced the plan to everyone. "This Earth's sewers are decent, but we know nothing about the situation aboveground. So, same as always: I'll take a few people up to scout. If the timing is right, I'll contact you through the communicators."
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