You spot a camp with a group of familiar elves in the distance

With your newly expanded body, you spot several tents set up in the distance, campfires illuminating the a number of elven figures. Curious, you send several tentacles towards the camp, slithering underneath the snow and setting up a new root system just at the outskirts of the camp. Shifting your body into a set of bushes, you focus your senses on the camp.

The camp was immense, spanning several thousand elves of both genders clad in leather armor and equipped with eloquent longbows carved from wood not of your own body. Oddly enough, their light armor was far from optimal for the frigid mountains, with a few of the elven troopers clad in crude parkas built from the fur of the local wildlife. What stood out the most, however, was how thin they were.

Rather than being lithe bodies of pure beauty, they all looked to be haggard things suffering moderate starvation and frostbite. Judging by their gear, these elves were equipped to fight in milder climates instead of the harsh, unforgiving winter. Most of the elves you had seen were too weak to even move, laying within their tents and waiting to die. A familiar quartet catches your attention as you skim through the camp. Admittedly, it did take you a moment to recognize them now that they were clothed and they weren't filled with your seed. If you play your cards right, you can probably change that.

"Sir, do we have any signs of our allies reaching us?" Asriana asked to another male elf. The elf she spoke to was, like the rest of his camp, haggard and barely on his feet, prolonged starvation taking its toll on him. His blonde hair was disheveled and covered in filth, while his entire body was covered in fresh wounds. You decide to cast God's Eye on him, curious to see his rank and name.

Name: Rohan Aldarin

Race: Elf

Class: Vanquisher level 90

Level: 3483

Skills: Snipe, Sneak, Dash, Scavenge, Survey, Advanced Herbology, Advanced Archery, Lore of the Land (Medium), Advanced Knife Combat, God's Blade, Angelic Protection, Blessing of the Land,

Status: Fatigue (Advanced)

You skim over his level and wince at his stats. Even with your buffs, his every stat overpowers you save for defense. Though the monsters of the area shouldn't give him any trouble thanks to both his insane stats and his class, he seems shaky, as though he is on the cusp of outright collapsing. Looking closer, you can see that he is in no shape to fight. Dark lines of sleeplessness decorate him like mascara, his muscles appear to be overexerted, while the knives and bow he uses are on the verge of completely breaking apart. You almost want to applaud the man for his loyalty to his own people, spending god knows how long fending off the overleveled monsters in the region.

"No. The Demon King's armies are still keeping them occupied. They fear they'll be delayed for another 4 months." Asriana answered as Rohan mutters something under his breath.

"A curse to that one." He says while gazing off into the distance, as reminiscing upon some traumatic incident. "A clever demon king. What a nightmare." He continues as Asriana clenches her fists, appearing as though she wanted to say something. Eventually, she gathers the strength to speak.

"Sir, with all due respect, we are out of options." She says as Rohan shakes his head.

"I am not sending you back there." He declares coldly. "The monsters only grow stronger the further we go, and trying to parlay with that thing will be the doom of us." He says as you begin to panic. That thing? What did he mean by that thing?

"We must. Our men are dying, we have no allies who can reach us, and everyday we grow weaker." Asriana countered while gesturing to the soldiers around them. "We must meet with the Lord of the Jungle if we wish to survive." She said, perking you up as you heard your false title. Well, this could be helpful.

"You had stumbled upon that dungeon on accident. You yourself admit you don't remember where it was. Furthermore, dungeon cores are fickle things. We know not what this Lord of the Jungle desires." Rohan said as you decide to make yourself known. Growing a mouth tentacle from your roots, you subtly send it into the folds of the nearby tents before speaking up.

"Do not trouble yourself. I am already here." You speak, startling every Elf in the vicinity as they search for the source of your voice.

"Lord of the Jungle?"Asriana asked, startled as Rohan unsheathed his knife.

"Show yourself!" He bellowed, shaken by your presence. Of course he would be surprised to hear you. A dungeon core would never want to leave the safety of its dungeon. Sadly, nobody had ever anticipated a monster to outgrow its dungeon core.

"I am the land itself. All that you see is my dominion." You state, sending nutrients from your dungeon to the roots planted in the elves' camp. Instantly, the frozen wasteland was no more as you shifted your body, spawning vast trees and vines to replicate your dungeon. Since you were far from proficient in the art of fire magic to heat the area, you opt to create the illusion of humidity and heat by making use of your Erosarkic heritage, exposing tiny holes in the trees and vines to vent off heat from your fleshy interior. Instantly, the frozen wastes become a warm, musky jungle under your complete control. The elves, awed by your show of strength, ready themselves for combat against you. Sadly, even with their numbers and experience, you could easily overwhelm them thanks to their fatigue and your unending vigor.

"Do not waste your time. If I wished you dead, I'd have merely sat back in silence and let nature claim you." You warn as the elves look to each other, knowing you were speaking the truth.

"Why have you made yourself known, monster?" Rohan asked cautiously, realizing the precariousness of the situation.

"I offer to your people safety from the monsters of this land, medicine to treat whatever ails them, and the promise that I shall not harm them." You speak, your words doing little to alleviate the elves' fear.

"And what do you desire in recompense?" He asks in a low voice. Looking closer, you realize that while he is cautious of your presence, he is far from hostile to you thanks to your warmth skill. That said, he also knows you are a dungeon core and undoubtedly a creature of the dark. Thinking quickly, you demand from him...