A noise like a mountain splitting echoes and reverberates through the air. A great number of demons disappear as the sky darkens. The dance has been interrupted enough, thankfully, so that the great outpouring of collected power is wasted.<br/><br/>The only real damage done is where the demon's corporeal body was, boiled away by mis-channeled might, the ground scarred and pitted as though by acid. The lesser demons sound a general retreat, going to try and rejoin the main mass of monsters.