Pokespire

After waiting the tower seems to process your silence and it moves on.

First the screen vanishes. Then the white marble shimmers and fades—

Oh, no, are you being kicked out?!

...


No, it's okay.

You find yourself standing on a dirt path in a tiny village. There are only five or six huts.

A handful of other trainers appear nearby, confused and excited.

Ahead of you is a fountain with one or two people seated on the rim and a market of pop-up stalls.