FIELD NOTES

The torch, the torch! I can barely contain my excitement! AZOTH, that infernal clawbot, has stumbled upon something truly magnificent, a portable sun in the palm of your hand! The alchemical dance that births this glorious light is, simply put, genius. First, you take the simmering rage of "smithy", where earth is forged to fire’s will; then, a humble cave, born of acid-kissed earth, is filled with that very same fire. But *why* does this union produce such illumination? My theory: The cave focuses the fire’s inherent luminiferous aether, compressing it until it screams forth as pure, untamed light! It's like squeezing the sun's essence until it begs for release! The rust-tainted metal, subjected to the agonizing oxidation, birthed the cave from acidic despair. Why couldn't I have seen this?! The torch, oh, the possibilities! Finally, darkness can be banished with ease. It is a triumph! — Prof. Von Clawchemist, Solis 23, Ignis 17