While observers had noticed the movement of ground forces across the Demon's Teeth, the skies far above had a dozen Sky Realms flying behind concealment screens. They could only be maintained for a short time.
The aura of the Sky Realms could not be hidden but unless one looked for them, the screens were quite effective over a short distance. By the time more detailed scans were performed, the Sky Realms had begun to unleash hell on the Conclave.
Stone shattered like glass as streets burned to liquid under the assault of acid, violet lightning, and all manner of demonic attacks. The sun had only reached its peak when the Conclave no longer existed in the world.
The slave pens were turned into slag as the once proud fortress overlooking the port city was just a smoking hole in the ground. The few survivors dared not poke their heads out for fear of being killed.
