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*Wave 8, Coastal town hardmode.* Rain lashed against the flooded market of Coastal Town. Survivors scrambled across rooftops and broken docks, barely holding back the tide of Hardmode. Twelve remained. High above, a solitary figure stood motionless. Deer. Hood low, bow drawn. Faint Void energy pulsed around his arrows, unseen by most. Only the kill feed betrayed his presence. *Thwip.* Two infected fell. *Thwip.* A headshot through the fog. While others shouted, Deer moved like a ghost. Shadows flickered at his heels, hinting at the corruption that marked him. The horde pressed in, but he was already gone, leaving only silence and bodies. Wave 8 had only begun.