FIELD NOTES

Fumes! Oh, glorious Fumes! To think, the very air around us can be distilled into this potent essence of... well, fumes! AZOTH, that blasted clockwork contraption, stumbled upon its creation, but no matter! The lineage is what truly captivates me. Fumes, born from the unholy union of Air and Gasoline; the final step of a long and beautiful chain. Consider Step 11, "Extinction," followed by the transformation into Oil, then Gasoline. I theorize that the concentrated sorrow of vanished life imbues Gasoline with a unique vibrational frequency, which, when agitated by Air, manifests as Fumes. Pure genius, if I do say so myself! Step 3's "Rain" contributes to the overall process. These fumes, they are more than just smoke; they are sorrow given form! Imagine the applications! Power! Destruction! I could have achieved this! I could have been the one to unleash the power of Fumes upon the world. Regardless, these fumes are almost tangible, almost alive; a shimmering haze of potential! — Prof. Von Clawchemist, Aqua-Solstice 17, 1888