"She's a Sacred?!!"
The Daemons looked at Victoria and her wonderland with their eyes wide, the smugness from thirty seconds ago completely gone.
Upon reaching the divine stage there were two ways to gauge strength.
The first was divine energy output. Raw and measurable, the kind of thing you could feel the moment someone entered a space.
The second was the wonderland.
For those below the high god stage, a wonderland would expand and contract but always held a spherical shape. Contained. Boundaried. It influenced the space inside it but left the real world sitting exactly where it was.
Above the high god stage that changed.
Wonderlands at that level began to exert real influence on their actual surroundings. Not a constructed space laid over reality. Reality itself shifting to accommodate what was being projected into it.
Victoria hadn't masked the moon.
She had turned the real moon red and was now in direct control of it.
