Chapter 545: Lost in Translation

The air shimmered faintly like a heat wave.

One moment, he was behind the Boss's leg, still shivering and damp with shame. The next—he wasn't.

There was no flash of light, no rumbling of the ground, no sound at all. Just a sudden shift.

The pile of important, yet smelly, stones was gone. The towering presence of the Boss was gone.

The ground beneath him was flat now and rocky. Cold. And not like the familiar soft grass where he called home.

The rhino looked around frantically, he stood atop of a cliff…that he was now at the edge of.

The only living thing in this new, dead-quiet space was him.

And the small, hairless ape.

It stood—no, floated—a short distance away, utterly silent. Its thin limbs didn't look strong enough to lift a stone. Its eyes were dark, sunken. Its expression was calm. Too calm.

It stared at him. Just stared.

And the rhino began to panic.