The cold morning air whizzed by Micha's face like ice blades brushing his skin. The Lake continued to increase in size until it was the only thing he could see in front of him.
With less than 50 meters left between him and it, Micha pressed his hand against his chest and twisted it. The Semi-transparent hexagon barrier suddenly materialized in full form and surrounded him completely from all sides. With bated breath and gritted teeth, Micha squinted his eyes and held his right arm in front of his face instinctively.
The best-case scenario was that he would just lose consciousness, the worst case was breaking every single bone in his body and drowning to death if nobody else helped out.
10 meters, 5 meters, 1 meter! He closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable impact that would rock him to his core, but it never came. A couple of seconds of waiting later he slowly opened his eyes and found himself floating just above the surface of the water.