The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
Despite their reckless spending habits, the Fallen corporation's crew members were competent enough to gather information as they moved across the city. Bars, restaurants, hotels, they inquired everywhere about the Dungeon Raiders, finding no clues about them whatsoever.
They did hear about the Defenders and although Sam knew they had some sort of relationship with Uriel in particular, he assumed they would not know anything about him since they didn't travel together.
Due to this failure to acquire any relevant information, Sam commanded the crew to leave first thing in the morning to Madrid which was the largest megacity in all of Spain and also an obligatory stop for anyone who wanted to exit the country.
However, before they reached Madrid Sam saw a strange group of horseback hunters who moved about the wilderness with clockwork precision. They cornered big cryptids in numbers, then spread across the wilderness to scout for their next prey.