The sound of fists hitting flesh reverberated in the night.
In Ethan's life, there had only been a few times when he felt genuine anger, and right now was one of them.
Seeing Joanne and Hecate in their weakened state made him feel like killing someone. And, since the cause of their weakened state was present, he was enjoying the use of his bare fists to vent out his frustrations.
Ethan could tell at a glance that Godfrey could still endure his blows to a certain extent, despite the Vampire Lord being a spent candle.
It seemed that, while Hecate’s final attack failed to kill him, despite it being imbued with a Divinity that had the power to seal the ability of others, the Demigod was suffering from its effects.
Just like Ethan could absorb the powers of witches with a kiss, regeneration was a natural trait Godfrey was born with, so it couldn’t be sealed.
Right now, he wasn't dying, but the only thing the Demigod could do was receive Ethan’s punches.