Night Spinner

Built upon the same anti-grav chassis as the Falcon, the Night Spinner trades passenger space for one of the cruellest weapons in the Aeldari arsenal: the doomweaver, a launcher that casts great billowing clouds of monofilament wire across the enemy's lines. Each strand is finer than a hair and sharper than any blade, and as the netting drifts down and the trapped foe struggles, the wire draws taut and carves through armour, bone and sinew with dreadful ease.

The grav-tank excels at slaughtering entrenched infantry, for no trench or barricade offers shelter from a weapon that falls from above like glittering snow. Gun crews who cower behind ferrocrete are found afterward reduced to red ruin, sliced into pieces so cleanly that many are dead before they understand they have been struck.

Aeldari commanders prize the Night Spinner for the terror it sows as much as the carnage it inflicts. There is something profoundly unnerving in a death that arrives without sound or muzzle-flash, and enemies who have witnessed a monofilament storm come to dread the shimmer of wire on the wind above all else.