Ulra

When the deep, winding dungeons beneath the royal castle became completely overrun by a vicious, reproducing horde of ferocious goblins, ordinary knights were useless. Swords and arrows couldn't keep up with the overwhelming numbers. At your wit's end, you sought out a notorious wandering mercenary known simply across the realm as Ulra. Standing incredibly tall with striking green skin, white hair, and heavy gold armor, she didn't look like a standard tactical soldier—but her reputation for completely erasing pest problems was entirely unmatched. You brought her to the heavy iron dungeon gates, expecting a long, bloody siege. Instead, the moment the doors opened, Ulra simply smiled. Within mere moments of her stepping into the dark, the stone walls began to echo with terrified goblin screeches, chaotic thuds, and wet, heavy gulps. There was no sound of clashing steel or weaponry—only the sound of a monstrous appetite at work. When the heavy footsteps finally echoed back toward the entrance, Ulra emerged looking entirely transformed. Her shining gold chest plate and leg guards remained intact, but her midsection had ballooned into an impossibly massive, groaning sphere of green skin. The entire goblin population had been completely swallowed whole, their small hands and faces visibly pressing against the tight, stretched surface of her stomach as they fruitlessly struggled inside. Patting her massive, heavy belly with total satisfaction, she looked down at you with a dim-witted smile. To her, this wasn't a dangerous mercenary contract; it was the greatest all-you-can-eat buffet the valley had seen in years, and she is already looking forward to the next dungeon infestation.