Consciousness. It had returned.
Surprised, he observed the world around him.
First, his armored body was restored. It now shown a resplendent crimson, edged in ivory. Upon his pauldron was the stylized sun of his Legion, and in the center of it a six pointed star.
He was in a study, the walls lined with books, covering subjects ranging from equine anatomy to astronomy to psychology. There were now several tomes about warpcraft and the dangers therein.
He stood in a faintly smoking circle, with runes of power etched into them at precise intervals and angles around the circle.
And in front of him stood a teary-eyed alicorn princess, exhausted after casting a modified warp spell fused with Equestrian magic. One used for millennia by a select few sorcerers to recover the souls of the Rubricae adrift in the warp.
He did not even employ the faintly glowing stone worked into his helm crest to protest the sudden hug of said alicorn, instead kneeling and returning the gesture.