Matt nodded and raised his hand, clenching the spell within the palm. It went off like a bomb, holy fire searing through the gloom and filling the room with a strange smell of ozone mixed with burning spider-flesh. The spiders screeched and thrashed as Matt poured on the power.

Sweat trailed down his brow as he drew up another idea, forming it from the gloom of his dream-like ideas. "INDIGNATION!"

The flames hit a powerful crackle and exploded outwards like a hurricane of force, leaving trails of ash everywhere where it touched. The spiders, what was left of the small legion were incinerated and Matt finally lowered his arm, panting and sinking to his knees.

"I think that did it," he groaned. Mentally he was exhausted, physically tired and he could feel his coherence on the world slipping. Was the dream ending or was he just spent, unable to help?