Book-Burning Bureaucrat

Please, take this unique manuscript with you wherever your travels lead.
Forgive my abrupt request, but time is running out.
Those cultural tramplers, dressed in red,
Are racing towards us on their chariots.
They claim to be the emissaries of Cerces, but all they do is destroy culture.
They acknowledge the value of knowledge, but deny the significance of seeking it.
They ravage libraries and loot ancient tomes,
Not sparing even children's primer books from their ruthless grasp.
If you can, please make your way to the Grove of Epiphany,
Where sages stand to uphold the truth.
You ask why don't I go myself?
I've come to realize that arguing with those psychos is a fruitless endeavor.
Give me a sword. I'll fight till the end for the cause of progress.