You desperately try to choke out yes but only garble out more blood as your strength falls you and you go still, laying in a pool of your own blood. You watch as the dragon grins as it reaches into your chest cavity again and you feel a pull on your very soul.

A moment later you're staring down at your own dying body, watching as the last vestiges of life sputter out and it goes still.

"I will grant your request for survival, dragon. You will choose a phylactery for me to bind your soul to and be reborn in glorious undeath," the dragon explained as it walked away from the clearing, leaving your cooling corpse behind...