'WROOOONG' it roars.
You fall down from a strong wind that accompanied the roar, struggling to get back up. You notice the shadowy sillhuette retreating as the white fog turns to thick all eating blackness. You can't see but you hear the walls grazing the ground, they're closing in! Some vines are holding you down, but you shoot a couple sparks at them and they thankfully release you.
You run the heck away from that!
Right path it is!