Chomp!

The green powder quickly landed on Emery's face and made him cough.

'Was it poison?!'

The reason Emery's thought automatically directed to poison was because the same thing had happened in the past. This once again emphasized the dangerousness of this cunning witch, as she truly had so many methods under her sleeve. This powder also somehow reminded Emery of the potion that made him, Lanzo, and the rest of the Misthire village fall unconscious last time.

While Emery was wondering what this powder's effect was, his face changed and the grin on Meave's face grew wider. His question was answered as he felt his strength gradually seeping out his body and saw his silvery fur slowly receding.

Within seconds, Emery could perceive his power had been cut in half. 

Meave showed a victorious grin, as she watched the struggling figure in front of her. Alas, the witch clearly underestimated Emery's ability and his resolve.