Suleiman’s aim is true and the grotesque creature standing above the unconscious Mavuto crumples to the ground. As Suleiman begins to prepare his next shot a crashing sounds erupts from the depths of the forest and before any man can act a sight out of the strangest fever dream burst forth from the trees neatly crushes the last standing creature nearest to Abdul. Suleiman’s mind reels as recognition dawns that he has finally found what he has so long sought – proof that the Supernatural exists! Proof that the World is deeper and darker than Man cares to admit and true Power might be attained by delving into that Darkness. Before him stand the legs of a giant bird thrice the span of any man and perched atop a small cottage. From the ravings of a mad Armenian in Constantinople to the dark depths of the great libraries of Christendom Suleiman followed the trail to this infernal forest. And now the truth of this moment crashes into him like the waves of the ocean. This then is the Hut of the Great Babba Yaga and never again will Suleiman’s world be the same.
Almost as counter point to the racing thoughts in Suleiman’s mind, the great legs squat and the cottage comes crashing down to the ground barely missing the shocked and near gibbering Abdul. When the dust settles the cottage sits in the glade as if it had always been there. Dim but inviting light glows in the small windows along each wall though nothing of the interior may be see through them. As Suleiman’s stands barely breathing, the small door in the front of the cottage opens slightly, spilling a slash of light across the forest floor.