Sekhmet slashed thourhg the spirits effortlessly. Then, they came back alive. He destroyed them again. Again and again, there was no way to stop them. Each time they came back, they became harder to overcome, learning Sekhmets fighting style. This was Sekhmet's training, to battle the spirits of the damned for the rest of his time here.
Time seemed to pass quickly in the chamber, and food, drink, all the pleasures and lussts of the body were nothing here...meaningless. In the chamber, Sekhmet had been training for nearly three months now. Without the need for sleep, training was an everday essential. No sunset, no landmarks, no way to tell when the day ended or when it began except for the clock.
Unaware of how Seth was faring in this unholy place, Sekhmet was to busy to care, struggling to survive against his past opponents.