The Brass Tower was not the only thing which burned in Ecruteak on that awful night. When Ho-oh raised them from the dead, Raikou and Suicune fled town, grateful to be again alive, yet fearing they would be killed again. Those two were long gone when Entei exited the burning building. So was the voice in the crowd who had cursed Ho-oh and swore he would crush the pokemon of the wilderness and claim the power of the gods, so was the one who had thrown the torch which ignited the Brass Tower. So was the rest of the mob who had cheered as their god, their shrine, and three innocent pokemon in the basement burned.

They were sleeping when one of those pokemon took its revenge. With a single roar Entei set fires across half of Ecruteak, from the gym to the city's famous dance hall, burning faster than the local Squirtle Squad could stop it. On the other side of Ecruteak, Entei stood majestically in the city square, covered in those same flames, daring anyone to seek revenge for what it had done. One day later, with immense aid from neighboring towns, the fire was finally put out.

Yet not even the most hotheaded or powerful trainers in the city sought revenge on Entei. The people of Ecruteak had become overcome with remorse for their attack on the tower, and those who thought otherwise still feared the wrath of the gods. Some went so far as to build a shrine to the great beast from the wreckage, hoping to calm its rage.

The next day, Entei left Ecruteak, traveling across Johto in a search of centuries for a place like Ecruteak had once been; a place it could call home. It is still searching to this day.