Correct.

[... Even though Henry now knows of Brar and that he was gone, Amelia can't quite yet broach the subject of the how. But being in the church, for all of the serenity it offers, reminds her of the darkness that enveloped the town and what it led to.

But she's grateful to this day for the Praying Man and what he managed to do for her and Blackgale and what he continues to do presently.]

Let me just... [She takes a few steps to the left as her eyes scan the back. Steadily, both she and Henry can start to hear low and deep murmurs that echo off the ceiling from the back. Amelia snaps her fingers and points.]

There he is.

[The Praying Man is dressed like some kind of priest in humble black robes. Unlike the other supernatural entities that Henry has encountered in this world, nothing about him stands out; he looks entirely human from head to toe. It is the fervor that radiates off of him that is something else entirely, an unmistakable power that is part of the fabric of this house of worship.

He sits, head bowed, eyes closed, and hands clasped together, in the farthest pew in the back where the corner is most obscure.]

He blinks in and out of your vision type of being but even normal people can see him every now and then.