Chapter 178: Snow Mountain (3)
No one knew how all of this had happened.
The ski resort had been operating here for over a decade. Wave after wave of tourists had come and gone. No matter how noisy and bustling things were at the foot of the mountain, the distant snow peaks had always stood there like silent giants, unmoving and majestic. Ever since people had begun living at the base of the mountain, avalanches had never occurred.
But now, one had.
After a faint crack, the massive ice layer that had been frozen solid for hundreds of years suddenly split apart. At the summit, snow and ice weighing thousands of tons transformed into an endless white wall, crashing down along the steep cliffs.
Everything in its path—rocks and ice alike—was swallowed by the surging torrent of snow. The overwhelming wave sent diamond-like snow crystals swirling into the air, while the glow of the setting sun draped over it like a curtain, reflecting dazzling halos across the mist of snow.
If Everly and the others had not been standing within the avalanche’s path at that moment, they might have thought it breathtakingly magnificent—a white funeral hosted by the mountain itself, a spectacle of nature’s overwhelming power.
But right now, the only thing they could do… was run.
Along the muddy, slippery path, they ran—again and again, without stopping—toward the snow mountain lodge, farther and farther away from the heart of the avalanche.
The collapsing snow mass thundered downward, carrying chunks of ice and rock, growing thicker and heavier as it rolled—like a raging flood made of snow. When it plunged to the mountainside, the snow-covered pine forest became nothing more than countless fragile matchsticks, doing everything it could to slow the unstoppable torrent.