469 War of the Wizards (6)

When he lunged forward to escape the falling tree, Ziu's foot plunged into a crevice and it got stuck. The dense mist was not dispersing and hung in the air like a stubborn mule. He heard water gushing nearby as if a stream had found its way out of a fissure and was now filling a hole. He held his leg to pull out the foot. When he looked back he noticed that he was barely five feet away from the fallen tree. His temporary abode had been destroyed completely. Fear of the unknown gripped him. Was there an earthquake? Would an avalanche come? He held his breath and gulped down to stay quiet for the fear that he might attract wild animals even though his adrenalin had spiked. There was sweat on his lips. The foot was badly jammed in the crevice. Since it was fluffy snow where he was standing, he was unable to properly balance his body, which made it harder to pull his leg out. He tried harder and this time he grunted loudly. He stumbled and fell.