The Baba Yaga led the group to a small clearing surrounded by trees with gnarled roots and twisted branches. In the center of the clearing stood a large cauldron, bubbling and hissing with a greenish liquid. The aroma wafting from the cauldron was pungent, almost overpowering.
"Welcome to my cauldron, my darlings," the Baba Yaga cackled. "This is where I brew my potions and spells. And you, Elena, are going to help me with my latest brew."
Elena swallowed hard as the Baba Yaga motioned her over to the cauldron. The witch handed her a ladle and gestured for her to stir the contents of the pot.
"What is it?" Elena asked, eyeing the murky liquid warily.
"A little taste of the otherworldly," the Baba Yaga replied with a smirk.
