It doesn't matter where he was born. He doesn't think about who he is. He simply hates boredom, hates restraint. He's grown tired of being locked inside a dark, cramped cauldron. Though blind from birth, the bizarre magical power flowing through his body is unfathomably deep, to the point where even he himself cannot control it. "Aah... what a pain...!" Just a slight leak of anger releases a tremendous surge of magical power, and the chains wrapped around his body easily snap and fly apart with a loud noise. "Nnnaaa..." He stretches, then opens and closes his now-freed hands, a creepy grin spreading across his face. Freedom. Now then... where to hole up... But a hiding place has already surfaced in his mind. He begins to walk leisurely, raising a singing voice that sounds like a death cry. Shadow-like magical power cloaks his surroundings. He seems to be at a loss with this overflowing power himself. Wrapping his entire body in magical power as if dragging a tail, Levanias casually steps into the Celestial Realm.