How to Approach the Tower

Tetsuya and Norman exchanged a glance.

The latter scooped Spinda into his arms. "Charge!!!"

From the fiery look on his face, no one would have guessed he was a middle-aged man in his thirties with two kids.

The two of them sprinted across the sand, leaving long tracks behind them.

Spinda struggled to cling to its trainer's arm with both paws, its body constantly swaying backward through the air.

A Spinda over a meter tall was hardly petite.

Yet it was absurdly light, barely weighing six or seven kilograms.

For Norman, that was not an issue at all.

"Smack."

A Sandshrew that had just sensed the vibrations in the sand and poked its head out curiously to see what was happening only saw darkness descend overhead.

Then it was kicked right back underground.

Its little face was full of confusion and incomprehension, along with a trace of lingering fear.

Mom had been right. It was too dangerous up there. Better to stay obediently buried in the sand.

The facts proved it.

At certain times, the strength humans could unleash was enough to deal with some relatively weak Pokémon.

But never try it yourself. It was very easy to meet an early death.

They ran for over half an hour.

Yet the distance between them and Mirage Tower did not seem to lessen in the slightest.

If anything, it seemed even farther away.

"Whew—no wonder. No wonder it's called 'Mirage Tower.'" Norman panted heavily. "Could this thing really be a mirage?"

A castle in the air—or rather, a mirage.

This natural phenomenon, formed through the refraction and total internal reflection of light, also existed in the Pokemon World and was not uncommon.

Many researchers had offered relevant explanations and analyses.

But the Mirage Tower in this desert was clearly not something