The Golden Crusade was still in its preparation stage, because the military operation was simply too vast.
And because the operation was so enormous, carrying it out in secret was utterly impossible.
By the time the four fleets led by the four Primarchs had reached the edge of the Eye of Terror, each establishing numerous bases of operation and supply depots across several star sectors, word of the coming war had already reached the ears of every inhabitant within the Eye of Terror.
Even the most obscure mortal slave on the most insignificant daemon world knew that the largest military operation in the Real Universe in ten thousand years was about to begin.
Four loyal Primarchs and their powerful allies would lead armies and warships into the Eye of Terror, thoroughly cleansing this stain upon the Real Universe and every disgusting thing within it.
Under such circumstances, even mortal slaves knew that, as inhabitants of the Eye of Terror, they ought to unite against a common enemy at the very least, even if only by forming an alliance for this period to weather the crisis together...
But even mortal slaves knew that such a hope was impossible.
The Black Legion and the descendants of the fallen Primarch Fulgrim were fighting fiercely, waging one bloody battle after another over the ownership of mortal slaves on dozens of daemon worlds.
After Mortarion's death, the Death Guard and all warbands that had later embraced faith in Nurgle began fighting in a chaotic melee, all for control of the Plague Planet.
The followers of the Blood God declared war on every faction amid the chaos, while the home worlds of the Thousand Sons traitors suffered unprovoked raids and massacres by numerous followers of the Blood God.
Only true sages could realize that the